I Have Come

From Hush – Don’t Say Anything to God – Passionate Poems of Rumi

by Shahram Shiva

I have come
to pull you by your ear,
and bring you to myself.
I will make you selfless,
I will make you fearless,
then I will place you in the
heart and the soul of the king of Souls.
I have come like a breeze of Spring
to you, oh, field of flowers,
so I can keep you by my side,
and hold you tight.
I have come to shine on you,
as you walk this path.
Like the prayer of lovers,
I will help you reach the
roof of the heavens.

I have come to take back that kiss
that you stole from me.
You are my catch, my game,
my prey, my hunt.
You have escaped my trap so far,
Run, run, or I will chase you there.
Remember what the lion said to the deer.
“You are so beautiful,
you are so lovely
run in front of me,
so I can catch you
and tear you to pieces.”
Be like the deer, accept the wounds
like a shield of a warrior.
Don’t listen to anything
but the whooshing of the arrows heading
toward you.
From the dust of the Earth to a human being
there are a thousand steps
I have been with you through these steps,
I have held your hand and walked by your side.
You may think that I have left you
on the side of the road.
Don’t complain,
don’t become mad,
and don’t open the lid of the pot.
Boil happily and be patient.
Remember what you are being prepared for.
You are a lion’s cub,
hidden inside a deer’s body,
with one strike I will wipe that illusion
and rid you of it.
You are my ball, and you roll because
of the strike of my polo mallet.
Just remember,
it is me who is chasing you
even though it is me who is helping you run.


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Love Song

By Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by Cliff Crego

How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark
in some quiet unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in the hand?
O sweetest of songs.

From: New Poems: c. 1907

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The Wind, One Brilliant Day

By Antonio Machado

The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

‘In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I’d like all the odor of your roses.’

‘I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.’

‘Well then, I’ll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.’

the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
‘What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?’

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Love Isn’t What The Words Say

Steve Toth

We circle the sky like two birds
who fell out of their nests together
& now are lighter than air
Watch what you long for burn you
I thought I was well done
but next to you
I’m just a raw soul
You satisfy my longing
as nothing else can do
If work is a form of worship
we work together well

When I was lost & broke
you found me & made me whole
When I was shut closed
you unlocked me & opened my passageways
I close my eyes with a deep breath
to concentrate on feeling everything you touch
but they only fly open
to lie on you a spell
I smell you all over me
My one desire is to breathe with you
until the day I die

Words are bubbles
breaking on the surface
of silence
Words are the tools of ignorance
Remember the love songs we sang
long before we knew any words for language?
Take every bit of my love my love
I’m just happy to see you making it a paradise
Love isn’t what the words say
What of it?
Go on singing

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Language is a Metaphor

Steve Toth

Language is a metaphor
for direct contact
I understand your silent eye transmissions
& feel the love poems in your touch
Make my flesh real
let your fingers connect me
There’s nothing to stop you
from seeing all the way
to the bottom of my soul

My mind is racing
but it can’t run fast enough
to catch my heart
You’re the source of the quaking
in my solar plexus
How can I hide the burning from the one
from whom I caught it?
Your kisses have danger
written all over them

My heart is roaring
or is it your heart?
Your love still hits like a head on
collision with every day reality
Like a prevailing wind
you’re still blowing my mind
The doors to all my cells fly open
inviting you to break my jail
& free the very last prisoner

How do you know to come
when I’ve lost all my petals
& I’m only covered with thorns?
Even with confusing pain
it’s worth certain death to love you
Our love is healing us more each day
Since you’ve come into my garden
all the flowers you pass
burst into bloom in your wake

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