Something here is just about to break our heart –
all we need do is let it. We won’t survive, it will.
Utterly consuming us is its great pleasure!
It’s pure desire birthed us, just so that it could
taste itself in this delectable form of you and I!
Let’s obligingly return the favor by always tasting
just like ourselves. Nothing needs to be forced,
coaxed, decorated, or deconstructed.
We’re a delicious duet of one, the perfect entrée
for existence to enjoy as its grand last meal before
being introduced to its actual state of emptiness.
Let it relish every love bite — timelessness means
there’s no rush. No muss, no fuss, just a big mouthful
of paradox overflowing with the flavors of everything!
We delight in that kitchen, hopping out of the frying pan
and into the fire of our glad immolation, crying only:
“Let it burn! Let it burn! Let it burn!”
Yes, let it flame, let it burn, burn away all that
would obstruct this holy folding into that one taste
we came here to delight each other in — the taste
of you and me, and this exquisite Mystery.