THE EMBRACE: YOU AND I by Zahra Akbarzadeh

We are included in the divine effulgence that permeates the whole cosmos…

We are the same strings connected to other strings from inside to outer infinity. I believe that such a perspective helps us ignore geographical, racial and cultural belief system differences and boundaries, joining us in the unique common essence-infinity that we all share.

By listening deeply to this pleasant cosmic music that is Love, we will all be able to integrate our emerging potentials, and to become united as the best we can be. By finding and following our inner compass: that sacred part of divinity within ourselves, we awaken ourselves to the path leading to our final home, that of infinity.

The Embrace: You and I

by Zahra Akbarzadeh

You're the embrace I rest in

Take me from me to become you

You're the kiss whose flame I light

Touch me in every cell of you

You're the fragrance of that rose I bloom

You're the garden of me, I'm the garden of you

You're the wine thirsty for the lips I am

Flow me in the vein of you

Who can separate me from you?

When you are me, I am you

No time, no space, nobody

All is all, all is me, all is you

Zahra Akbarzadeh is an Iranian mother and cardiologist living in Tehran with a post-doctorate fellowship in echocardiography. Her article “Cosmic Music: Insights into the Theory of Love" published here, is the ultimate surge for her poetry. You may contact Zahra via Facebook here, or via e-mail zakbar50@live.com

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