**FLAMES OF DESIRE** MG FF # 11 IMP NOTE on pg-152

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Posted: 12 years ago

#131

I READ IT SOMEWHERE...

This ache I feel
This hole I try to fill
It makes me cry out
It brings me to my knees.
I know there must be more
To living.
I've lost the way
I've lost the rhythm
The give and take
The dreams I'm livin'
For.
There are too many days
Between the highs and lows
It's all drawn out and slows
To something flat and clean
Of what I had and where it's
seen.
I want it all
Not just now and then
But now and when
I want it again.
Too many nights are spent alone
Thinking of you and how it is
When you make me disappear
In the place I've never been
Until now.
You uncovered the waiting truth
Of what I need
I come apart at your touch
And I feel so weak
Yet whole.
I can't walk away so I run
instead.
Try to hide and pretend
Like it doesn't really matter
That you have the key
To the place
I need to be
And it makes me tremble
Makes me want to hide
In the face of my own desire.
For what you do to the center of
my being,
I have to turn away
I have to deny
My own release
Because I might get lost
Never return
To my body that is laying in your
hands.
Begging for more
As I forget to breathe.
It catches in my throat
As I struggle back to the surface
Where the walls are real
Where the sheets are there
To cover my aching
Please don't look at my pain
My surrender
My giving over who I am
And what it takes
To take me.
I crawl to the surface
Of the pool where I'm drowning
And gasp.
I reach out for your hand
Needing more
Needing you
Free falling in the the abyss of
desire.
I bite my lip and fight back the
tears
I am afraid
That I'll never truly let go,
And that I will,
And I will want you
Need you
Only to be left wanting and
needing
To let go
In the emptiness of my days.
I can't let you do that.
I can't open myself up to the
endless possibility of your touch.
Where does that leave me
As I struggle to hold on to some
piece of me
You can never touch
Can never release.
But that is what I desire
More than life itself
The moment where I disappear
Where we become something
other
Than this physical reality.
I beg you
Take me there
Don't let me withhold
The surrender I need.
Don't stop even when I do.
Can you hold me over the cliff
And not let me fall?
I want to believe in you
I want to believe in me
That I won't disintegrate
Into pieces that will never be put
back together.
So I wait
And hope
And wonder
Where are you in all of this?
Do you want to run when you
read of my desire?
Is it all too much and should I
have kept quiet?
My heart beats in odd rhythms
Hoping to find you there waiting
Saying yes
You want this too
That you will take this chance
Of where I lose myself to you
And you won't leave me hanging
Off the edge of life.
Are you afraid?
Does this power you have over
me
Make you want to run?
Have I asked too much
Given too much
Or can you hold it all and see it
For what it is
A chance we may never have
again.
And can I wait to hear
Can I ever let myself say this to
you?
Can I bare it all like this to you?
And what do I do now
In this admission of my desire?

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deepali1022

@deepali1022

Dazzler

Posted: 12 years ago

#132

Shakespeare - Poem about Desire

The expense of spirit in a waste
of shame
Is lust in action; and till action,
lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody,
full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not
to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised
straight,
Past reason hunted, and no
sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd
bait
On purpose laid to make the
taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession
so;
Had, having, and in quest to have,
extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a
very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a
dream.
All this the world well knows; yet
none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads
men to this hell.

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deepali1022

@deepali1022

Dazzler

Posted: 12 years ago

#133

Sing me The Song of Songs.
—Don't know the words.
—Then sing the notes.
—Don't know the notes.
—Then simply hum.
—Forgot the tune.
—Then press my ear
to your ear
and sing what you hear.

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deepali1022

@deepali1022

Dazzler

Posted: 12 years ago

#134

A window opens.
A curtain pulls back.
The lamp of lovers connect,
not at their ceramic bases,
but in their lightedness.
No lover wants union with
the Beloved
without the Beloved also
wanting the lover.
Love makes the lover weak,
while the Beloved gets
strong.
Lightning from here strikes
there.
When you begin to love
God, God
is loving you. A clapping
sound
does not come from one
hand.
A thirsty man calls out,
'Delicious water,
where are you?' while the
water moans,
'Where is the water
drinker?'
The thirst in our souls is
the attraction
put out by the Water itself.
We belong to It,
and It to us.
God's wisdom made us
lovers of one another.
In fact, all the particles of
the world
are in love and looking for
lovers.
Pieces of straw tremble
in the presence of amber.
We tremble like iron filings
welcoming the magnet.
Whatever that Presence
gives us
we take in. Earth signs
feed.
Water signs wash and
freshen.
Air signs clear the
atmosphere.
Fire signs jiggle the skillet,
so we cook without
getting burnt.
And the Holy Spirit helps
with everything,
like a young man trying to
support a family.
We, like the man's young
wife, stay home,
taking care of the house,
nursing the children.
Spirit and matter work
together like this,
in a division of labor.
Sweethearts kiss and taste
the delight
before they slip into bed
and mate.
The desire of each lover is
that the work of the other
be perfected.
By this man-and-woman
cooperation,
the world gets preserved.
Generation occurs.
Roses and blue arghawan
flowers flower.
Night and day meet in a
mutual hug.
So different, but they do
love each other,
the day and the night, like
family.
And without their mutual
alternation
we would have no energy.
Every part of the cosmos is
draws toward its mate.
The ground keeps talking
to the body,
saying, 'Come back! It's
better for you
down here where you
came from.'
The streamwater calls to
the moisture in the body.
The fiery aether whispers
to the body's heat,
'I am your origin. Come
with me.'
Seventy-two diseases are
caused
by the various elements
pulling inside the body.
Disease comes, and the
organs
fall out of harmony.
We're like four different
birds,
that each had one leg tied
in
with the other birds.
A flopping bouguet of
birds!
Death releases the binding,
and they fly off,
but before that, their
pulling is our pain.
Consider how the soul
must be,
in the midst of these
tensions,
feeling its own exalted pull.
My longing is more
profound.
The birds want sweet
green herbs
and the water running by.
I want the infinite! I want
wisdom.
These birds want orchards
and meadows
and vines with fruit on
them.
I want a vast expansion.
They want profit and
security
of having enough food.
Remember what the soul
wants,
because in that, eternity
is wanting our souls!
Which is the meaning of
the text,
They love That, and That
loves them.
If I keep on explaining this,
the Mathnawi will run to
eighty volumes!
The gist is: whatever
anyone seeks,
that is seeking the seeker.
No matter if its animal,
or vegetable, or mineral.
Every bit of the universe
is filled with wanting,
and whatever any bit
wants,
wants the wanter!

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deepali1022

@deepali1022

Dazzler

Posted: 12 years ago

#135

Rona padta hai ek din
muskurane ke baad..
Yad aate hain wo dur jane ke
baad..
Dil to dukhta hee hai uske liye..
Jo apna na ho sake itni mohabat
jatane ke baad..!

mera ni hai... 😆