The fire never dies

The fire that never dies is ever in my heart.

What was the melody of the minstrel played last night?

Though time has passed, my head is still full

 Of that tune.

Last night, Your love's voice sang out in my heart

and the space in my breast is still full of its echoes. "

- Hafiz

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O Sacred One

There are moments when it is all so clear

Your presence

Your love

There are moments when it is like

Hand touching

Lips touching for the first time

I try so hard

(without trying)

To love you

And fill my head with thoughts

That question and confuse

I make it difficult

And blur your presence

Dilute your love

But always there remains

That spark, that fire

That burns quietly

Until

When I have tired,

and have given up,

dejected by my fruitless toils

That spark busts into flame

And the space within

Is filled

With your

Fire