Fire of Love

What fire was it between your columns that

I started melting there between those two pillars

And found something thawing in me

Lost the time,

Lost the “I”,

Lost myself,

And became yourself.

No footprints have been left

On the pathless path.

Having arrived here,

I know not where I came from

And how I can go back.

Gone the traveller,

Gone the way,

Gone the destination.

Gone my very being.