I Want Both of Us
To start talking about this great love
As if you, I and the Sun were all married
And living in a tiny room,
Helping each other to cook,
Do the wash,
Weave and sew
Care for our beautiful
Animals.
We all leave each morning
To labor on the earth’s field.
No one does not lift a great pack.
I want both of us to start singing like two
Traveling minstrels
About this extraordinary existence
We share,
As if
You, I, and God were all married
And living in
A tiny
Room.
— Hafiz
Understand I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
—-Rainer Maria Rilke
When you are really in contact, deep personal contact with another person,
you can actually experience exactly what is going on in their soul and,
the miraculous thing is,
you don’t lose yourself.
—Sandra Maitri
