I thought I had you
deep in MY mind
and
grasped in MY hand.
I thought I held
and
understood YOU,
as a book
yet
YOU can not be held,
or restrained by me, or any.
What i had was MY idea of you.
When my experience taught me
much more than i held,
I had to let you go -
you, with a lower case face,
not the YOU who IS
capitals and forever.
I like this. It makes me think of a poem I just read by an ancient sufi (Hakim Sanai):
ReplyDeleteBelief brings me close to You
but only to the door.
It is only by disappearing into
Your mystery
that I will come in.