It's like falling asleep, but remaining awake.
Letting go of Everything… Everything.
As in falling sleep,
Of Death Unto…Life.
Even so is our inward turning,
Into our Source.
Not a practice mastered,
From known, to Knower, to… Knowing.
And all such hellish dualities.
Vanished, the Lover, yet… Alive,
Both Dancing for a time,
To Embrace… and Vanish, yet again.