What have you done to me?

I was an ascetic, 

Independent of the world,

now my feet are lifted against my will,

This body turns in spite of itself, 

And if I stop the music with my fingers,

The music only plays louder.

I tried to hide my heart but you found it and stole it 

And now nothing of myself remains 

But this puppet which turns and turns. 

Rumi

oh foolish lover,

how you trouble me

you swallowed me whole

and never bothered to ask

if you could

never a should

in the memory of time

for you care not for human ways

or trivial modern displays

of romantic love

you always knew, but told me not

for you could conjure anything

so you took a swim

you changed my blood

and made me yours

you are the sea

I lay upon your shores ...



~ © Adyashakti