“When two thieves meet
they need no introduction:
They recognize each other
While you were busy stealing my heart,
I had already lifted yours from your chest,
feeding it peaches in the dream grove at dawn.
Now we share this joyous basket of prasad,
fruits ripened in Love’s blooming orchard.
We’ve fallen, peach-drunk, into that orchard,
and now we pass these dawn-hued fruits
back and forth – children at play
in the Fields of the Lord.
All are welcome to this bliss-bounty,
but only if they can taste the fruit
with the mouth of their heart!
Even as they eat, the quiet earth
will shine a rare peach-like glow while,
blossoming just below the surface layers,
such an indescribable enjoyment of Itself will
unpeel in dawn-light splendor, fruiting along
the nerve lines of this blessed planetary field
like some irresistible transmission of peachy
bliss with no reason but for the ripening
of Itself as This, this unimpeachable
happiness we are, Beloved
Thief of my Heart!