What I Wanted, and What I Became. A Sonnet, Dedicated to Frank Atanacio For His Love of Poetry and Flash Fiction
More poetry of Rumi
bouquet of flowers
I wanted to become a weaver of words,
But the Beloved made me an ant,
Slipping through His delicately woven tapestry of diction.
I wanted to have a way with speech,
But the eloquence of Rumi sealed my honeyed tongue;
Became a sweet-scented flower, to inebriate my Soul.
I wanted to become a Bard of Solace,
But Shakespeare whispered into my bouquet of lipped flowers.
I became a Lantern Carrier;
My Soul was pierced by the rays of the sun,
Burning my words with the Fire of Calligraphy.
I wanted to become a servant of His Majesty.
The Beloved entered the very portal of my Life’s breath,
And said: “Take me … for I am yours.”
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted 19th December, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
A Flood of Delight
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