There are lovers content with longing.
I’m not one of them.
Burn me in Fire of Truth, scatter my dust into wind.
In my nothingness, I see everything.
Listen, hear the poem humming in my silence.
I have lived a full Circle, in love I shall disappear.
Longing was a smoke of this burning joy
in flames of love.
See my golden wings of light, I am a heavenly Bird, flying into sphere of beauty and mystery of intimacy with God.
See my green leaves, touch my softness and depth. I am a river of not knowing, returning to the source of all.