Friday, March 19, 2010

Dissolver of Sugar

Dissolver of sugar, dissolve me,
if this is the time.
Do it gently with a touch of a hand, or a look.
Every morning I wait at dawn. That's when
it has happened before. Or do it suddenly
like an execution. How else 
can I get ready for death?

You breathe without a body, like a spark.
You grieve, and I begin to feel lighter.
You keep me away with your arm,
but the keeping away is pulling me in.


maggie said...

Once I was dissolved and it happened without any trying on my part. It was nirvana. The drip of the tap was exquisite the sound of the fan so beautiful. I was encapsulated in a space where I became 'the reed to the breath'. It hasn't happened quite like that since but I can relate to Rumi waiting at dawn for the divine to return and I might die to my reality to envelope His.

sommieh said...

Ruth, thanks for posting this. I needed the poem for my memoir and your blog was the first thing that came up in my search. Maggie, I know exactly how you felt because it happened to me in just that way. It was the rain, not the tap, and i just dissolved into bliss.