The wedding of exhalation
and inhalation
is the gate of stillness.
So the play of Lover
and Beloved
is the doorway
to non-duality.
It takes the Other to awaken
as living fragrance.
But we don't count the petals
of the golden dahlia.
A Master who appears
before you in white robes,
brown-sandaled feet,
is only an occasion
for the Sun to shine
and the Moon to shimmer
in your chest.
His pleasure is for you
to become the gaze that spills
from his eye.
Grace is not an abstraction.
It is ignited by a touch, a glance,
a breath, a scent of rose
and evening rain.