Sunday, March 18, 2012


The dance between form and light

The understanding of the mind that is it is own reflection

The realisation that the Beloved cannot be perceived

This tangled web collapses the mind into
pure bliss

a melted lake of now
a small bud
in Her Rosary of Ecstasy

Each bead in Her mala
of pure sweetness
devoid of all and none

Each bead of purity
puts me one breath closer to
wearing Her garland of fragrance

as you devour the now
you deliver us, into the Eternal Now.

As you give and we realise that we are deluded
into the mirror of our own creation
your taking me
delivers me into your sweet embrace


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