Senses

...Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
and then are taken off.
That undressing,
and the beautiful
naked body underneath
is the sweetness
that comes
after grief.

--Jalal al-Din

Discontent—
a mostly permanent state as long as my heart
is encased by bones and covered by skin.

That you would come and open me wide
that it would beat freely outside its cage,
this bodily prison.

There is too much—
too much and yet never enough
and so I am chained, bound,
by everything and nothing.

Blind me that I might see
Cause me to be deaf that I might better hear.
Deaden my senses
that all left is You—

only You both consume my taste, touch, sight, smell and sounds
and yet expand beyond these.
Limitless—
let me know Your infinity and eternity.