Stepping into an old bookstore,
something immediately winked at me.
A poetry book with a bold title
--“*** with God.”
Why does it piqued my interest?
*** WITH GOD.
Is it unimaginable?
Is it blasphemous?
Would someone get offended?
Why does the mind automatically tear apart
the profane and the divine,
the earthly and the transcendent?
God is the essence of purity.
Who says *** can't be pure too?
When Love arrives in her full glory.
That person becomes All There Is.
That is devotion.
That is the peak of piety.
Atheists think that God does not exist.
I recall the times when God came to me
in form of a Woman.
She has lifted me to the peak of ecstasy.
She has dragged me to the dungeons of hell.
It is an occasion for jubilation.
It is an occasion for trials and tribulations.
Joy and sorrow intertwine.
Heaven and hell merge.
The Sufis know it well--
God takes the form of the Lover.
In the flesh I encounter the Divine.