Guru Purnima

Your hand brushed my chest,
your name entered my lips,
your breath became my breath.
The ancient emptiness inside
overflowed with your Presence
like a honeycomb with
formless gold.
The well of my ancestors
is a wound at my heart's core.
But what is sweet and sparkling
bubbles up from that darkness.
Trembling and stillness
kiss tonight.
Have the courage to turn
their wedding into a noble dance.
Friend, if you want to spill
the nectar of pure Light like me,
just reflect the Master
whose face you have chosen
for gazing.
Be like the moon.