Sevgi

dear Sevgi
the enliven force of muse
for the almost dead mind
your eyes - i’m amused
you’re making a Sufi of me
to reveal the poetry
for Love

sweet Sevgi
the indian oil Ghee
for the hot-sun-dried up Heart
your body - i’m seduced
you’re making a Yogi of me
to see the goddess’ art
of Love

gracious Sevgi
the sleeping beauty
dreaming under ScandAshram Bodhi tree
your smile - am i dreaming? - dejavu induced
you’re making a Mukti of me
to be a Dakshinamoorthi
in Love

lovely Sevgi
pointing an Adam’s Apple on me
making a Jnani of me
being a living Love for me
so let it be…

but who is That «me»?


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