No matter the question I ask of Her,
Spoken within, in the language of words,
She has only one response…
Dissolution and Bliss.
Dissolution of cognition,
Dissolution of the language of words,
The Vanishing of duality,
In a Rapture beyond expression.
When, longing for relationship, I ask,
“Oh, but that I could speak with you?”
She has only one response…
Dissolution and Bliss.
Dissolution of the one who would speak,
Dissolution of the one who would listen,
The Vanishing of duality,
In a wordless Rapture beyond expression.
When I ponder how exquisite it would be,
To see Her in form, and touch my Beloved,
She has only one response…
Dissolution and Bliss.
Dissolution of the one who would touch,
Dissolution of the one who would be touched,
The Vanishing of duality,
In objectless Rapture beyond expression.
When the mind pleads for knowledge,
Of The Mystery Incomprehensible,
She has only one response…
Dissolution and Bliss.
Dissolution of knowledge,
Dissolution of ignorance,
The Vanishing of duality,
In a mindless Rapture beyond expression.
When the Heart seeks to Love,
And longs to be Loved,
She has only one response…
Dissolution and Bliss.
Dissolution of the Lover,
Dissolution of The Beloved,
The Vanishing of duality,
In a Rapturous Love without object.
And still… each day… I sit,
And seek to know and love,
Until, in Her one response I Vanish…
In Dissolution and Bliss.
