The Taste of Morning

Time's knife slides the sheath,

as a fish from where it swims.

Being closer and closer is the desire
of the body. Don't wish union!

There's a closeness beyond that.
Why would God want a second God?

Fall in love in such a way that is frees you
from any connecting.

Love is the soul's
light, the taste of the morning...
no me, no we, no claim of being.

These words are the smoke the fire
gives off as it absolves its defects,
as eyes in silence, tears, face.

Love cannot be said.

~Rumi