Cannot Say

I cannot say what it is.
I can only say what it is like.
Therefor, creation is speech,
a song, a chant...
Light is darkness
remembering herself.
The earth is emptiness
birthing herself like a blossom.
My naked awareness
is a Bridegroom
embracing the Bride,
who is my breath.
She enfolds the most
infinitesimal sensation
as her Child.
O Shiva, bathe this body
with the mothering inhalation
of your Shakti.'
Is there any other prayer?
The holy Trinity: awareness,
prana, sensation
in every particle of me.
Yoga: their union.
My eternal vow: to dissolve
each moment into countless
sparks of nothing.
I cannot say what it is.
I can only say what it is like.
Therefor the cosmos is a poem.