To the one I meet
in the garden of Sahaj
at the end and beginning
of every breath,
a song...Let this exhalation transport me
down from the palace of the heart
to the lakeside, the swan
of your Presence.With the speed of light we gaze
yet never quite annihilate
each others faces.
This is how, in the abyss,
we make wine out of stars.Two stillnesses, one dawn.
I take your hand.Bees stir the pollen
in tiny potent cups of moonlight
mingled with the morning rain.You teach me the secret namefor “Overflowing.”Now let white wings
of the breath of Ham’sa
carry us backto the palace again.
What happens there
in the Bridal Chamber
cannot be confided in words,
only by pressing these lips
to the hollow flute...