[Thespiritexpress] Poem read at Mastery: Ecstasy

[Riantee Rand]

Ecstasy

‘Poems are rough notations for the music we are’ Rumi

 

The fire roars, flames leap in the fireplace,

I sip my fragrant tea from a celadon cup,

the couch, soft and fluffy

receives my grateful body,

my cat curls around my feet and purrs,

I lay my head down on the fleecy pillow,

wrap the fuzziest of blankets around my shoulders

and read the love poems of Rumi

while caressing the silky fur of my warm little familiar,

my body in utmost sensual ecstasy. . .

 

The body reclines on the soft couch next to the fire,

the steam rises from the tea cup

the woman wraps a blanket of forgiveness

around the shoulders,

her head surrenders to the down pillow,

a purring cat curls around the feet,

the hands caresses the accepting fur of the velvety creature. . .

 

The dream dissolves,

the veil tears.

 

I am the fire, the tea, the couch, the cat. the pillow, the blanket,

the poems, Rumi, the fur, the body.

I am this, I am that,

I am that I am,

the one in the faces of the many.

 

I receive,

accept

the love broadcasted from everything,

everywhere,

at all time.

I return it

in the eternal

where giving and receiving are one.

 

Life offers a shell

it’s up to me to fill it

in anyway I choose.

 

Only awareness

meeting with awareness

in every moment.

 
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