We are the meal
and that’s how we like it.
We came here to be devoured!
Love hungers for Itself in us.
This precious Love, so ravenous —
it feeds itself with us!
We make little squealing noises
of delight as we let go, becoming entrées
of pure choicelessness, marinated on a night
just meant for the spirit smokehouse barbecue
of all our concepts, schemes, and images,
destined now for some tasty skewering
on a trident forged of love and light.
“I am this world, and I eat this world.
Who knows this, knows.”
~ Taittiriya Upanishad