My Love, I cannot speak to you in any tongue but one! It is the tongue burnt to a crisp by the heaven-sent love fire that swept through my mind, reducing it to fragrant ash. And my throat – my throat is filled with my beating heart! Where my heart was, you are joyously dancing, laughing that contagious little laugh that delights my soul with such pure happiness, gladdening the guardian ancestors within their own harmonic bandwidths, and giving hope to all the future children afloat in the quantum womb of emptiness, still waiting to be born.
Do you see what you have done? The keen precision of your surgery has deftly severed every artery but one – the one that connects the galaxies by the cord of Communion, a fertile, pulsing canal filled with the surging bliss of being itself, the perfume of you, the feeling of you, your touch, your glance, your sigh, your wave form flowing flowering blending into blossoming, a primal ecstasy reaching into itself, flooding me into you who are myself, transfigured on the Mount of Union in this Passion Play of Love’s Alchemy.
We rise together, wrapped in our infinite embrace, flaming stars whirling through us as our own magical display, whole histories of sunstreams curling serenely around our twined forms like necklaces, like the sacred prayer beads you placed around my neck so I would remember you – as if I could ever forget — garlanded in the laughing beads of your rapture, singing the Great Heart Mantra, the Song of Remembrance, of unqualified Presence, the eternal Hymn of Beloved:
OneHeart, Present Perfect, Perfect Peace, This, Beloved, Yes!