Your breath touched my soul
and I saw beyond all limits.

                                                  ~Rumi

"Tears Relieved my Life" -
                       An Inspiration Wanderlust
                                     Journey!...
"One drop of water blink off
from the eyes in the form of tear
it keens up the pain
To ask my Fear from where you came
And Till when you will go"!!...
that, for which I searched through the world, that was with me inside my Tears .. the reflection & shadow of my life become worse every time as a darkness of fear , Where my tear found a strong desire to crave my past memories in the seldom world to bring out the new world by wanderlust..
I made a desire to travel in the new line to walk up my life for one!!.. Where  my thoughts of light travels through the darkest part of the wandering waves to give such a time that is old, and bright as a new .
a wanderlust is the best desire to live a modest life !...
it Foams And Wander the waves
into the sea of ​​Runestone,
Here I sit with my dreams.
There the wind whistles, the shrine seagulls,
The waves traveling and foam .
I loved my tears that turn
into the snowing waves of love
And Feather flock till the end!....
                                                                                          -Chirayu..

daughter

student

holy ordained slave

beloved to carry the shadows, to keep the pearls of your Love beneath our tongue

to preserve Beauty

we are the estranged, the assigned to remain empty

to mirror Light, remaining always only the reflections of Haqq

If he were alive today,
I would send birthday wishes his way.
For he fills my heart with happiness,
As his words sing out with spectacular displays.

From beyond the stars, beyond the moons,
Beyond the galaxies and the milky ways.
His words continue to resonate
His flute carries them this way.

His legacy around for hundreds of years,
His message, one so clear.
Combining and encouraging all nature to be,
All loving and sincere.

© Robert Kingston 30.9.15

It’s not a bad goal
to be the kind of girl who
Rumi writes about.

So unknowingly
this bright muse interpreted
to touch and inspire.

But me? Never meant
to be the subject of art—
an object of thirst.

See, I’m the poet,
existing somewhere alone—
a penchant for soul.

Watercolor thoughts,
manipulating the lines
between joy and pain.

It’s not a bad goal
to be the kind of girl
who becomes Rumi

either.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.  ~ Rumi