Pain and Her Joy

In this happiness, my heart cries in joy...
It then manifested in the gross state as tears...
They call it 'tears of joy'.

Oh, how thankful I am for all these happiness,
For they never fail to remind me...
That in my misfortune and sadness,
I will always be blessed with the rewards of joy.

Happiness is fickle it seems,
Yet I find it hard to believe,
As She is more so of a teacher...

A teacher Who teaches me to be strong,
And persevere...in times of Her absence,
With the absence, then only I can find myself...
Manifested...

I Look at the Mirror Reflecting the Back of Me

I am changing...

from bitter, destructive, angry...

to compassionate, creative-love, and joyful,

From Mahada-phobe,

to Islamo-philia...

as my personal associations with these are wrong and ill,

Hatred spew hatred in an over-used cycle...

I love my man, I love my Sisters, I love my Mother,

How can I love Ruach?

If not hate clings?

I came with the sun, moon, stars, and all...

And I shall go along with them...

As when the final dissolution happens.

A Love Divine

O Lord...I have yearn Thee...

O sweet Love...Thou art Love...

I love You O Lord-Husband...

Immerse in me O Lord...
 

Lord-Husband

For I have beg for aeons...

Where art Thou?

Within? In this small Heart? 

O Lord-Husband...

I thank Thee for appearing in my life...

Lord Of The Universe

 

The Ode of the Rain Dew

We are one and the same.

But yet when we were separated we forgot.

And so then separate we are.

To the complete blackness we go, and one we become.

Of the Divine-All Colors.

The rain dew shows, what it must…

Innate it is in pure clarity,

Yet allow it does light to flow.

And so colors we see…

Of its ode, dance, and purity…