Category Archives: Rumi-esque

The Independent One

Do not measure me by the hope you have, says the Lord, for that can disappear at any time; I am independent of your hope Do not measure me by the faith you have, for that, too, waxes and wanes; … Continue reading

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Even if I am filled with disease, will you please still touch me?

Please, Lord: Even if I am filled with disease, will you please still touch me? I will touch you until you are healed disease cannot repel me I have frenzied love for you © Meisaan Chan

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I still just want to praise you

My heart, too tired for ardent prayer snuggles up to you instead, matches curve to curve for trust is also a form of praise © Meisaan Chan

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In the morning

You wake me fifteen minutes before my alarm to be with me in wholeness: My skin tingles with presence in the goodness of surrender, of letting you touch me as you wish, your sweetness awakening my mouth from slumber, your … Continue reading

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Forgetting all, to follow

As the train barrels through the emptiness I peer at all the passengers, looking for the face of my Beloved, bent over a phone or behind a newspaper No: but the far door closes to the scent of jasmine and … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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