“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!
There is no boundary or limit on where or what we are, what this is, nor any place to pause or retreat, to advance to some front, or re-group in arrears, no regretful past nor hopeful tomorrow, no fear at last, nor any rumor of it, no elegantly fashioned armor of cool resistance to the unceasing interpenetration of soul, Spirit, and blissful Supreme, naturally revealed in the innocent transparency of life as it is — this sheer unspeakable suchness.
And if the brilliant body of our diamond being, suffused with a supernal light and pregnant with all seeds of creative 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 dare we speak of this in any tongue but one? It is this tongue, burnt to a crisp by the lovely fire which swept through our mind, igniting our heart, consuming any distance between us, gracefully 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 what we now become: 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 eternal alchemy, wrapped in this immense embrace, stars whirling through us, whole histories of light-streams curling serenely, like necklaces of golden moons, like the burnished 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 glad remembrance, our endless song of one love, one heart, free presence, present perfect, perfect peace, This, Beloved, Yes!