A perfectly real reflection

I saw her!

Haha, Rumi!

Her beauty is more than my,

Touches the sun to the sky,

As the world turns from black and white,

To green becoming spring, as

My yearning goes from within,

To her beholding, as yoke pulls

An oxen, my sun pulled by the

Light in her eye.

As Mockery, Tyranny,  gather with Liar,

Around their only source of light, I, all together they hoot, high five, at nothing, as if they mattered or I cared, doesn’t matter, I walk on.

Mockery, Tyranny and Liar, laughing, mock on yourselves, reflect your own behinds to your minds:

Source of their religion.

I behold, my heart, my friend, but she is surpassed by a Lady, by beholding life, her mystery, her rising to become my sun, like to touch, to feel what is real.

And my heart, loving truth, reaches out every day, and talks from my tongue

In G is my mirror,

And what’s to become,

As ages become: long as the sun lights the world, and that my path,

Haha! I saw her!