In the spirit of Rumi - 2

Still, silent, radiant in myself I sat,
all, in my knowledge; in my love, all things;

and yet I loved to play at love;
so made my worshipper, my lover.

Now my worshipper, my dearest one,
is become the mirror which we share

glancing, laughing with ourselves,
laughing with each other's self

in the mirror of the memory
which is the loving heart.

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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