one swaying being

love is not a condescension, never that,
nor books, nor any marking on paper,
nor what people say of each other.

love is a tree
with branches reaching into eternity
and roots set deep in eternity,
and no trunk.

have you seen it? the mind cannot.
your desiring cannot.

the longing you feel for this love
comes from inside you.

when you become the friend,
your longing will be as a man in the ocean
who holds to a piece of wood.

eventually, wood, man and ocean
become one swaying being..
the secret ~

                         - rumi


a friend told me that eternity is just a word..

of course, i reply in my mind's eye..
as all words are..
how to incarnate into eternity?
the breath..i imagine..
the breath is the path..
could be the in-breath..
could be the out-breath..
could be the space between breath..

incarnate...
to make meat of..yes?
to be the very flesh of..
difficult to be the meat of eternity..
one letter at a time as in a word
a word made flesh
is love eternity?
are we flesh and blood of love eternal?
a whiplash of longing
one swaying being

to love is to understand what is perceived as eternal