I arrived during the time of the Blue Galactic Storm,
taking this specific form so that I could find You.
I knew that You would always recognize me
since I have never been other than You,
though I appear here as myself.
I am guided by the power of Universal Water,
the same essence that lives as all sentience.
Oceans of heartbeats, all flowing resonant light,
naturally magnetize to Your essence.
In order to please and delight You,
I sealed the crucible of birth and death
with the overtone of liquid radiance.
Now all forms are only this
Ice melts into flowing water just to find You,
to blend at last with You, until there is only You.
You are all that is, has been, or ever will be.
Still, when we wake from the dream we know:
nothing has blended, nothing has merged.
Nor has anyone awakened.
Why does that make us so happy?
In the enchanting play we call “the world”,
life force spirals, inhaling, exhaling . . .
In the midst of such exquisite magic,
somehow we appear.
What appears, disappears.
It is not even an emptiness, and yet
it is so much more, even more
than the great bliss of union.
But stop talking now, listen.
Here is the Testament,
the Sutra, the Gita:
“Nothing, anything, everything.”