Oh, whole worlds
await, to be
explored
discovered
adored
My love
your hand
I hold
so close
to me
until
I break
into a million
tiny pieces
Won’t you
pick me up
I will dust
myself off
then mold
my soul
into something
this world
has never known
I will rise
and soar
and prowl
yes, devour
every awesome
inch of your
sacred territory
your hallowed
ground, I walk
upon with reverence
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Essential Rumi
