Skip to content

Slaked Thirst

Slaked Thirst © 2013 Sean M. Madden

Slaked Thirst © 2013 Sean M. Madden

I stare into your depths
     unable to tell if I
          dive headlong
               or am right-side-up 

A fish, I
     swim in your remedy
          replete

Feel my own weather-worn wooden heart
     and see how fresh is yours —
          pomegranate-ripe, spring-flowing

Like Rumi’s well-wined Sufi soul
     into
ever-widening
          rings of being

Photo: Sean M. Madden Sean M. Madden is a writer-educator, photographer and slow traveler. A digital nomad, he’s also co-founder of Creative Thunder, helping creative individuals and small businesses to fire up their online presence and prowess. To get a free copy of the inspiring Creative Thunder Manifesto, click here.

Advertisements
3 Comments
  1. Especially like the “ever-widening rings of being.” The heart of the mystical connection.

    March 9, 2013
    • Thank you, Ellis. But, as much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for that lovely phrase. It comes from Coleman Barks’ translation of Rumi’s “A Community of the Spirit”. The line fit well with what I was trying to say in my poem, written in response to the photograph. I changed “always” to “ever”.

      March 9, 2013

Comments are closed.