bamboo flute

I feel empty, hollow
separated from Source
like a silent flute
with no air
no sounds come out
silent in my longing.
Any lover apart from
his beloved, knows
what I’m saying.

You can’t see silence
nor hear its message
so I suffer alone
my flute empty
of all music
seeking solace
in a wine
with no taste
tears that fill my heart
but refuse to fall from my eyes.

Mine is a fine love
full of surrender.
My life filled with
days of wanting
longing, an empty note
from a silent flute.

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