“Emptiness here, emptiness there,
but the infinite universe
stands always before your eyes.
Infinitely large and infinitely small;
no difference, for definitions have vanished
and no boundaries are seen.”
~ Seng T’san
My Love, to attain this present birth we died into life –
our exuberant wake attended by countless rejoicing beings,
all happy for the ones who never were, those impossible
children of a barren woman, miraculously appearing
here in the virtual forms of you and I and everyone!
We perceive no boundary on where that is
or what this is, nor any place to pause or retreat,
no advancing to the front, nor re-grouping arrears,
no regretful past nor hopeful tomorrow, no fear at last
nor any rumor of it, no elegant armor of cool resistance
to the unceasing interpenetration of soul and Supreme –
just the innocent nakedness of life as it is — this suchness.
And if the brilliant body of our diamond being, suffused
with a supernal light and pregnant with all seeds of possibility,
were to become fully self-aware in the midst of this majesty,
then such dawning recognition would lovingly unfurl itself
in warm glad tidings of streaming blessing for the children
borne in this womb of wooing emptiness, now afloat
in the amniotic fluids of primal divine ecstasy.
Just so, my Love, how can we dare speak of this
in any tongue but one? It is the tongue burnt to a crisp
by the lovely fire which swept through our mind,
blissfully reducing it to fragrant ash.
And my throat — my throat is filled with my heart!
Where my heart was, you are dancing euphorically,
laughing that infectious laugh which no being
born of flesh or heaven can resist.
Ah, see now what you have done:
feeling, flowing, flowering into some boundless
blossoming, the Mystery reaches into itself, flooding
me into you at last who are myself in a passion play of Love’s
alchemy, wrapped up in this embrace, stars whirling through us,
whole histories of sunstreams curling quietly like necklaces,
like the dear prayer beads you once placed around my neck
so that I would remember you – as if I could ever forget —
those laughing beads of your rapture, ripe with the Great
Heart Mantra, the sweet music of Remembrance, Song
of One Love, one heart, free presence, present perfect,
perfect peace, This, Beloved, Yes!