The Wine of Her Presence

I know nothing of an afterlife,
But am not concerned,
For I am so Intoxicated, Here, Now,
On the Wine of Her Presence,
That time has become,
Tomorrow has become,
A ghostly apparition.

The mind cannot move,
Its gazed fixed,
On the Lovely One.

I know nothing of God,
But am not concerned,
For I am so Intoxicated, Here, Now,
On the Wine of Her Presence,
That the hierarchy of flesh and spirit,
Human and God, profane and holy,
Has lost all meaning.

The Heart is breathless,
Still… but Shaking with the Ecstasy,
Of the Lovely One.

I know nothing of Heaven,
But am not concerned,
For I am so Intoxicated, Here, Now,
On the Wine of Her Presence,
That the mind is tongue-tied,
Muted in such considerations,
By the Beauty of Her Eyes.

If Heaven is Fullness,
Completion, and Bliss,
Then it is Here, Now.

I am not “perfected”,
But am not concerned,
For I am so Intoxicated, Here, Now,
On the Wine of Her Presence,
Wounded and broken as I am,
That I can no longer wonder,
That Love is Causeless.

Before the terrible dualities,
Of perfection and imperfection,
She Is… I Am.

I know nothing of “enlightenment”,
But I am not concerned,
For I am so Intoxicated, Here, Now,
On the Wine of Her Presence,
That the desire for “more” has vanished,
All movement “to and from” ceased,
As I Rest, Vanishing, in… and as…

The Wine of Her Presence.



It is a reflection of my nature, and not of “truth”, that I refer to The Great Mystery as “She”; a metaphor for Absolute Nonduality Shining, incomprehensibly, into the experience of duality, of the unmanifest Shining, impossibly, into manifest experience; an experience in which dual and nondual, unmanifest and manifest, formless and in form, real and unreal, vanish, and, to fall once again shamelessly into metaphor, the Ecstasy of Heaven Shines into the Heart of our ongoing experience of existing, and we come, at last, prior to word and concept, to True Nonduality.