Ribbons of rains
A translucent sheet
Papery streamers
Down the streets

Children dream
Of castles and moats
To sail their
white paper boats

Yesterday’s flowers
Colour the pathway
For every passerby
As they take a final bow

Hafiz
 (1320 ~ 1389)


The tide of my love
Has risen so high let me flood over

You.

Close your eyes for a moment
And maybe all your fears and fantasies

Will end.


If that happened
God would become an infant in your


Arms


And then you
Would have to nurse all


Creation!
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L.F.P.
(20th - 21st century)

the floodplain of my love
has spread so wide encompassing all of

You.


Opened your eyes forever
And every prayer and wish uttered see


true realized.


Since this is inevitable
God, our parent, will have raised us well,


each ever cherished.


And then you and I
obligated to write His song, name it



Hallelujah!