A letter to Rumi

Across the oceans and great rifts of time
we wander the streets for the Beloved
calling His name until our throats are parched
calling until He allows Himself to be found –
then we twirl with intoxicated joy and delight
and laugh in the light of the moon; when He takes us,
we pant in the darkness at the softest sublime touch –
and as the worlds dissolve
as the stars snuff out
as the nothing takes everything into itself
we shall be the first to fling ourselves
into the nothingness of love
hand-in-hand, until those, too, are gone –

© Meisaan Chan

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