Mystical Love Poetry is Immortal

I love to think of Rumi, writing over a cup of tea, looking over his garden. I bring to mind this timeless image when I myself am sitting on my deck looking out over the Rocky Mountains sipping tea while I channel mystical love poetry from the divine through my own hands.

Poetry is immortal. It is timeless and stretches across time and space. It gathers readers and listeners from all areas of the globe and never ceases to be. As long as there are readers mystical love poetry is immortal. Does it thus make the poet immortal?

My passage through grace

Makes no sound

Yet in this quietest of moments

I hear life calling

Oh lover of life

Your love is this fabric

Of which I am made

A shining cloth clear and immutable

We have traveled far

Now rest easy

To live all your breaths

Within these halls of grace