Beloved, my forehead rests, unmoving,
on the cool stone floor before you.
Here, there is no defining line to separate
flesh and bone from this pillow of stone.
Tonight I seem to drift through myself,
astonished by the radiant brilliance
of your exquisite light’s reflection
pulsing softly in my heart.
Because I am only here to love you,
my palms turn naturally upward,
holding my heart in my hands.
This infinite Presence is all there is,
now wearing the forms of you and I.
Even in and as these fragile forms,
it still outshines all pretense of duality.
This is what it does, it is what we do.
All ears are pressed against infinity.
All of space is sighing, listening.
We both follow backwards into that.
We seem to move, yet we’re standing still.
A single syllable appears before our eyes
which we cannot forget, we simply can’t.
This incense I burn between my fingers –
a slight sensation before the final ash.
In that momentary flicker of recognition,
of unobstructed clarity, here it is now,
one word that breaks the trance
of any doubt or hesitation:
Ah . . .