The Taste of Morning
Time's knife slides from the sheath,
as fish from where it swims.
Being closer and closer is the desire
of the body. Don't wish for union!
There's a closeness beyond that.
Why would God want a second God?
Fall in love in such a way that it frees you
Why would God want a second God?
Fall in love in such a way that it frees you
from any connecting.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no
we, no claim of being.
These words are the smoke the fire gives off as it
These words are the smoke the fire gives off as it
absolves its defects, as eyes in silence, tears, face.
Love cannot be said.
Love cannot be said.
In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness,
nothing else exists.
There is no reason for living except for giving one's life.
I said, "First I know you, then I die."
He said, "For the one who knows Me, there is no dying."
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.
From then on, death lost all hope of me.