To my dear Eliza on her birthday:
From my room, I can smell the faint remnants of incense, I can see our beautiful sunset-coloured rose, the spices lined up under the window sill, Ganesh looks quietly, softly out from my door. I think of our evenings sitting across from each other in the kitchen. How right it feels to have you in the next room! Your door open, the sunlight streaming from your window, warming my room as well. You come home with little surprises, sweet figs, mango icecream. You always say, "for you of course" and I am filled with love and gratitude. You give so openly, laugh so easily. You remind me that wherever we are is home. How amazing to know that we can lovingly cultivate its beauty ourselves, it isn't so hard at all! Mint, cloves, chocolate, flowers, music. Special Sunday, Special Monday, Special Tuesday, Special Wednesday, Special Thursday, Special Friday, Special Saturday, Precious Life.
I am so thankful I have been given such a friend.
When you leave, I will be okay because my time with you teaches me:
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All my love,
Lina
WOW...You are suuuuuuuch lovely! LOV.e.
ReplyDeleteNo need to feel lonely, you have many friends here :)
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I stare at the laptop screen
And fingers kiss the fine powdery dust
On my keyboard
Waiting for the right word:
I could write you
As the spirit of my love
Or I could say
That you fuel my unharnessed desire.
I may give up
The ghost in desperation
And let you decide
why my devout worship
seeks an idol based on you.
I may pray
That I offer faith and belief
As my tears of joy
Trickle stimulated
By an acute consciousness of your grace beauty and love.
I could say:
You are my love and passion incarnated
the creed that love
equates with divinity.
I could say
that all the wishes and luck
be yours on your birthday
I could say
May your years increase
Incrementally in happiness
Or I could just simply say:
Happy Birthday-
I love you.