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786…in praise of Rumi

Intoxicated

drunk from the Love of God

we drank until all the wine vats where

empty

in praise of Rumi

eye

wish eye could be dirt underneath your holy  feet

your words are pure bliss

multi orgasmic waves filled my heart

when your poetry touched my center

soul to soul

eye wish eye could have drank a cup of wine with you

and whirled in a circle of love with you

till the sun of bliss rose

eye am blinded by the love that flows from you

is there any space in the tavern for me

eye am inebriated beyond return

never to be sober again

eye drank to much of your wisdom

and now eye ask myself

Hu am eye???

in praise of Rumi

love and light— qiyamah sufi ananda

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