Michael Shepherd

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! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 3 - Poem by Michael Shepherd

My Beloved said

When, my dearest one, you were asleep,
sleeping in Myself, I came to you

and looked into your mirror
to see whom I might see

and when you wake,
then you will see My breath

still moist upon
that mirror.


Comments about ! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 3 by Michael Shepherd

  • (3/22/2007 1:11:00 PM)

    god, and this was so gorgeous up until the 'mirror of your heart' in the last bit. i wonder if you couldn't clean the cheese out of it. i mean, the rest of this poem is pure wow.

    Jake
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  • (3/22/2007 10:15:00 AM)

    I like R, u, mi,1. But this one is also a breath of life. Thank you Michael. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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