Monday, April 19, 2010

THE FEATHER


Today I find

a feather

I AM


Exploded from

the pillow

that is the Beloved


I drift

so gently

so effortlessly


I drift

against

pain and cruelty


I kiss it


I drift onto

The bosom

Of the Beloved.


I rest.


Lizette Stiehr

Thank you Oriah Mountain Keeper for THE CALL

February 17, 2004

1 comment:

  1. You are feel the world like Rumi, the sufi poet of love.

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