Tangled In You

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So many of my words get strangled off

inside this deep calling wail of angst for you.

 

Sometimes the very sound of the word Love opens

some deep pooled longing to be flowing to the Sea again.

And You are That Sea, that Longing, that Sound I hear gonging.

 

Sometimes when I feel the tangle of our tongues seeking sweetness,

I am so swishingly swept into your Taste that I am spirited away,

rushed like a leaf along a river roaring like a lion for the Kill.

 

So many sweet sounds, so often this nectar'd drip into the throat,

that Honey Cave that holds the bloom, that Love-Flush

of amrita, budded up, lotus-throated out,

It liquid languids long, lovely, so liquifying of a mind,

an Utterly Still Pool of You is Echoed out to In, to Him,

to any place and space and trace of Being, Being

Nothing but What is not seen, cannot be heard with ears.

 

So looking without seeing, so Seeing, the Dam shifts,

and parts apart to loosen every walled-in perception,

every clasp as truth recognition is lifted out, and split.

 

Splitting off from all the past ideas of Love and God, and I,

there is just this last note to be left around to find me.

 

Somewhere inside this rumble-romp with No One, a clear Light

is blowing across the Sky of You and seeing only Me, Just I.

 

There is a place between the space of tangled tongues,

that sweetest taste of mystical union, succor for lovers,

the Only Fragrance ever born of our Love is found as Freedom.

 

Freedom falling blossoms of gladness kept no longer bound,

kept no longer grasped like tightly-knitted Light-beads in the eyes.

 

We allow the Mighty Kindness to have His way with our Hearts!

Dropping off like a petalled thought from God's Flowered Heart,

you and I so soothingly, so up and downingly

float inside the Sea Now, One lift, One fall,

One Heart full to the lip with Love's Effulgent Face.

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

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truevision, "Mazie Lane" Be That Love, not outside looking

for it.Advice doesn't help lovers!They're not the kind of mountain

streamyou can build a dam across.An intellectual doesn't knowwhat the

drunk is feeling!Don't try to figurewhat those lost inside lovewill do

next!Someone in charge would give up all his power,if he caught one

whiff of the wine-muskfrom the room where the loversare doing

who-knows-what!One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain.One

flees from academic honors.One laughs at famous moustaches!Life

freezes if it doesn't get a tasteof this almond cake.The stars come

up spinningevery night, bewildered in love.They'd grow tired of that

revolving, if they weren't.They'd say,"How long do we have to DO

this!"God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.Each note is a need

coming through one of us,a passion, a longing-pain.Remember the

lipsand let your note be clear.Don't try to end it.Be your note.I'll

show you how it's enough.Go up on the roof at nightin this city of

the soul.Let everyone climb on their roofsand sing their notes!Sing

loud!RumiLove,Mazie