Thorn

Frog drummed my path,
Calling me to Her rain.
From that Mountain
Of Shiva to that rivers,
Weaving my Karma.

Frog called my prince,
The one that fly away
Like Shams flied away
From Rumi one time...
Lovers of longing.

The Fire seed burns,
but never the beloved
Can be touched or...
Even kissed...
Only part of the Now
Can be reached...
But never kissed.

My wings are broken
my fire pierced...
Hunger of dust
For just your bliss.

Empty body,
made by desire
of what it is,
Goddess I am
and you a prince...
My thorn that
Never will be...
Kissed.