Water Sliding Together

[Guest guest]

Did it begin under that first

River-fed Waterfall in Konya,

the remembering of this Love

we were born into each and every birth?

 

For sure, this began in some other time

so far and further back than Time,

before Time had a Name or could be "called" into Form.

 

"Time is on our side, Yes it is." So spake the Stones.

Ha! We bring into this Dance even the most hippest sounds,

the current whispered lingos always work in everything we do.

 

For We Are Timeless and Ageless

and there has never been any, any Separation

except that, which we Ourselves constructed

in order to make the Game more interesting to Play.

 

Along the Ganges with Trailanga Swami,

we floated blithely in Apparent Ecstasy

of One Another's Exquiste Loveliness, hovering,

lifted above the Sacred Mother like a Holy Shadow blended,

touching the edges of Infinity, Infinite Love's waves

at the river's shores to Nowhere, to Everywhere at Once!

 

Crossing the Rivers around and abounding in California,

the Yuba and the Feather found us

standing inside the same Mother's Deep, Cold Body.

 

Striking lightening left us Lifted and trembled.

A Friend held Us Open beside the Heart he left on Stones,

leaving That Red Imprint for guidance Home to Love again.

 

Souping into some Radiant Blue Performance

of Rippling Light undulating beneath

the water's Body of the Marquesas Islands so solemn,

We held Our Breath for what seemed like aeons,

Swimming inside the Heart of Our Blue-Hued Lover's Kiss.

 

Suddenly in some Incomprehensible, Bliss-filled Closeness,

We leapt up and into a Higher Vault of Blue-Beingness,

lapping along at God's Sweet Springwater

swirled in this Sea of Our Ever-widening Miracle-Meeting,

We beheld Our Forms enter another Form of Formlessness Forming.

 

Into the Sky of Our Wanting to be the Last Hurrah,

the Last Laugh into the Beloved One's

Grace-filled Pool of Mirth, the Birth of Mirth,

of Utterly Abandoned with Full-throated Laughter,

across the NightSky emblazoned Bright, Bright-Breathing

of Evermore and Nevermore, we Became Everything Forever.

 

What a slipping from the Noose

of all the Rivers Running wild in us.

Behold, See This Love exploding into an Endlessness

of Bursting Love-Blossoms, careening and colliding,

committing every Act of Lovemaking Light can ever Do or Be.

 

Somewhere across the Face of Existence there is a handprint,

a Handprint overlaid across the Pulsating Heart of Aum,

Inside the very Core of the Beautiful Beloved One's Heart.

 

And it has twenty fingers and two wrists and One Skin.

One Soothing Adoration Embrace and Touching

of Love upon the Beautiful, upon the Radiant Heart

of the Beautiful Beloved One Who Loves to See Us Underwater.

Ah, Yes my Darling, it's all in the Wrist!

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

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