An Old Couple

It would seem I am no longer “spiritual”,
No longer reading endless volumes,
No longer hearing again and again,
No longer chatting ceaselessly about,
No longer running here and there.

What has become of me?

It would seem I've quit the whole affair,
For like my breath, my heartbeat,
I no longer see Her as “spiritual”,
For She has become, in these many years,
Inherent in the Experience of Existing…

Like wetness to water, heat to fire.

The mind seldom moves, anymore,
To the Temple of Knowledge,
To listen, starry-eyed, as She expounds,
Vanishing in the words,
Remaining as The Essence…

For Knowledge is Here.

The heart seldom journeys, anymore,
To the Garden of The Beloved,
To breathe Her Fragrance,
Vanishing as The Flower,
Remaining as The Flower…

For Love is Here.

The mind journeys to the Tavern,
The Heart to The Beloved's Garden,
Only when, sitting with a friend,
I hold the Loving Intention,
That Flame will ignite Ember…

Or in Celebration and Gratitude,
Of the Flame already Shining there,
In a Heart Radiant, Illumined,
With the Light of Heaven's Grace,
The Fulfillment of that Heart's Desire.

All fear has long since vanished,
Of Her coming and going,
All movement long since ceased,
Of grasping to hold and keep Her,
For She has proven Herself…

Ever… Here.

In the world of space,
No distance separates us,
For She Is… before here and there,
Ever came into existence.

In the world of time,
No duration separates us,
For She Is… before now and then,
Ever came into existence.

In the world of objects,
No duality separates us,
For She Is… before this and that,
Ever came into existence.

These days, like an old couple,
We don't yammer endlessly,
Words long since abandoned,
To express what cannot be spoken,
Fullness… Completion… Bliss…

In breath… in heartbeat… in existence.

Only occasionally,
For the sheer Joy of Expression,
As a Delight in the Dance of dualities,
Will I utter the words,
So Beautifully Inadequate…

I Love You.