an on going hiatus

been feeling kinda weird lately...not knowing what to feel (or even how?...). what happened in the past year will be (wishfull thinking!) relayed - i know how, but i'm not sure when and in what order.

anyway, here's one of Rumi's poem for all. the one thing that has been easing the way i feel.


the Beloved

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will i be awake and aware,
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.