Shezdah

The taste of liberty on prostration...

Love begets fear
Like heat begets sweat
Not the fear of the tyrant
But that fear which a lover has for his Beloved
If the Beloved ever moves that gaze away
Do not turn away from me Beloved
For I will forever be prostrated
I will forever be in Shezdah – in
That joyous posture, that
Submissive prostration of independence
In You will I be
All you have to say is ‘be’
And I will ‘be’