I have nothing to say, let’s copy Rumi in the meanwhile:
Come my Master, come don’t turn away from me,
come my deceitful Moon!
Look at this forlorn and thirsty lover
come my drunken King!
You are my life, my senses, you are everything!
Be the rising Moon in my dark nights
I am thirsty for your light.
Use my hands, look through my eyes,
listen with my ears.
You are the soul of every living thing.
Come, come back dancing like the rays of the Sun
and chase away the shadows.
You are the banner of the New World
and the mind is at your feet.
Come back my love
My broken heart cannot bear more passion,
no more promises.
I’ve had enough of sleepless nights,
of my unspoken grief, of my tired wisdom.
Come my treasure, my breath of life
come and dress my wounds and be my cure.
Enough of words.
Come to me without a sound.
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