The house of the beloved

Not the beloved herself,

True love is for the treasure,

Not for the coffer that contains it.

 

The real beloved is that one who is unique,

Who is his beginning and his end.

Whose name shall be called just before he comes.

When he finds that one,

He will never expect another.

 

That is both manifest and mystery.

That one is lord of states of feelings,

Dependent on none, not even one.

 

Months and years are slaves to the moon,

When he bids the “states”, it does his bidding.

When that one will, bodies become spirits.

Reviews

[Oyindamola Shoola]

the presentation of the beloved in the second stanza is beautiful...well penned

[Taylor_McCutcheon]

The coffer that containers it, did you mean coffee or coffin?
Another great poem :)

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

I get where your confusion come from, but I do mean ''coffer'' a strongbox or small chest for holding valuables. Taylor, Thanx

[Taylor_McCutcheon]

Oh ok :) thanks for clearing it up :)

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

your welcome Taylor hava a good day.

[Frontier]

"The real beloved is that one who is unique,
Who is his beginning and his end." - this line is golden.

I felt like I was reading something written by an old wise spirit, very spiritual. Very lovely.

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

thanx Fronteir, maybe our roots design our map after all, and we somewhere along our genes lies that old wise spirit.

[Emily]

I like the meaning of this one! Keep it up Sibusiso!

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

Thanx, Emily, appreciate