To Love My Fate and to Love My Love as Love
Ramji and I came together through our poetry. Isvara wove our unlikely jiva connection into one bubble of love through the power of beautiful words that convey the Self. It was the start of my end, so to speak.
This was the first poem Isvara wrote for Ramji through me when it became clear to me that my amor fati was to walk beside and disappear as me ‘in him’ as the Self. The poem is personal but also universal in that it speaks of the jiva’s struggle with itself as a ‘me’ in the first recognition of itself as the Self.
It is as applicable now as then, the last vestige of the ‘me’ that resisted had to go, and it did, at last. We will be renewing our 10th-anniversary‘ vows’ on the 29th of September, this year.
The Duel
The war is here.
I do not want the duel.
I will never win and have no desire to
No one ever wins
When love is the quarry.
You are neither quarry nor hunter
Yet. There you are.
Shining
Inviolable. Free.
Through the rush of light and heat and truth
Of recognition,
I feel the press of air as your sword brushes past my cheek.
Love is ruthless, it is dangerous, it is nothing.
Love is everything
And demands no less than everything.
It will end me.
I am a warrior.
I have a sword too.
I have known this battlefield,
On it, I have searched for you forever.
Never finding
And longing to,
Not knowing I was the sought,
I gave up.
I stand before you now,
Naked
As the Self.
You can take my sword,
I lay it at your feet.
You can take my heart and soul,
Drape it as a shawl upon your shoulders
You can take my skin,
You can take my flesh and bone.
Take it all.
I will not resist you.
It is yours
It is you.
I am you.
I am that
Which conquers all.
I am ready to die
To live forever.
I stand
In the fearless mercy
Of my tenderness.
Isabella Viglietti, 29/09/2011 – 29/09/2021
