“Ah Sweet Soul,” says Love, “You know more than you are sayng.”
Marguerite Porete
from The Mirror of Simple Souls
you are here to annihilate to shatter
to bring fire must I be blaze
lose myself lose what is not am I not
you are here will there be I will bear
anything left all that remains
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I feel begin your burning
with burning can’t stop surrender
can’t breathe ignite you are taking
let howl the longing let tremble
the anguish leave it all I have
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I offer what are you freedom
what am I to bear it burns
the past you burn the present
I burn the future
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If no anger no anger if no anguish
no anguish if no longing belonging
if you as real no doubts you are
not me you of me if not peace
me of you this burning to bear
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am I intact you are I believed
as blaze in obliteration as light
why am I alone still here
uncontainable surely more as lover
to sacrifice to receive
