From Mazie & Robert, with Love

[Guest guest]

Serpentine ocean stones are singing from Deep Green,

 

As Sea foam rising in our Mind's Memory of Rana Nedia,

 

Turning inside as emerald spears carried by wild-eyed Angels

 

sitting astride Sacred Sleipner's Unbridled Passion, Breathing

 

All our lives with the Inbreath and the Outgoing Frost –

 

Creating Endless Crystal Worlds from His pounding Hoofbeats

 

Racing towards the Snowfields where we wait for One another.

 

He has pierced the heart of Moull with Ganger,

 

And All the world stands Singing Light from our Sacred Love wounds.

 

What can be told of These Holy Wounds?

 

How, even now, and perpetually yes they softly

 

Open to reveal the fine razor cut of Beloved's Kissing Sword,

 

The Sword that, wielded by a Hand of incomprehensible Mercy,

 

Slashed so cleanly and unerringly this dormant body of frozen desire,

 

Making of it a pulsing fiery blooming spurt of Lips pressed hard to

 

Heart of Elohim, the Delirious One, the Great Inebriate Lip Lover!

 

Pressing into the Face of Night, we open into Bright Darkness.

 

Explosions of That Kiss are now rippling across the Sky as Tanabata.

 

We are the Star Festival feeding Lover's every Summer's Bliss.

 

Against the Whiteness of WhiteLight Altaire is nearly Unseen.

 

But Vega Sees every subtle nuance and shift and movement of That One.

 

They are the Distance crossed each year to be together in the flesh.

 

The Milky Way is strode across with filmy, nebulous forms of

 

Dust, angling along through every Akashic notation ever made of Them,

 

The Love Festival of Tanabata was born at their first Glance at Love.

 

Let everyone bow down under peonies and chrysanthemums and be So

 

Alive.

 

Be so earthly pressed in Grace to Know of Such Love that we Are

 

Now, that every pore and hair becomes a blossom and a starfield

 

Waking.

 

Yes, and in such bliss the stars colluded, devising

 

an ingenious scheme whereby they'd flow and merge together to

 

outshine their own great light.

 

And so they spun and danced and glowed until they

 

turned from inside out, magnifying all creation, manifesting

 

with delight a field of vast and verdant lushness, a field of

 

brilliant emerald grass, and somehow in that glistening pasture,

 

bright and shining, they became a single bush of yellow roses where

 

a Love Bird flying over found a place to pause and nest.

 

Within the heart of this glad bird they planted seeds of You and I --

 

as we grew and bloomed and blossomed that bird's song of Joyous

 

Freedom

 

illuminated Heaven's Sky!

 

Breaking forth again in complete songs of Rapturous Melody, shattered

 

Mirrored surface water reflects the Blue Canopy of Love, a million

 

dazzled droplets of the Nightsky burst into Daylight, and every

 

splendored Moment is drifting along as Colored RainsSounds drifting,

 

drifting across the Moving Face of Darkness into Brightness.

 

What calliope has spilled this Effervescent-Brilliance of Two Souls

 

out, a Sacred mixture of Love combining every Moment we have been

 

Searching?

 

Hearts held like a trembling small deer next to the Spring of Shams,

 

Hearts clasped into One Beautiful Orbed Radiance about to burst free.

 

Against all odds the Very Sky we just burst through now becomes a

 

River,

 

Some Variagated Blue-Silver, Moving, Breathing, Being Who Breathes

 

US!

 

Could the Sound of Laughter bring about Enlightenment, could it, then

 

every heart who heard our Crazy Merriment at being re-united would

 

Be, would surely Be now, just One Single Awareness of Love, Love!

 

If such Laughter had the power to transform

 

It surely would, and yet this Laughter is Itself the

 

Transformation, the Awareness of but Love.

 

This Laughter is the Presence of One Person

 

Being Two, while from these Two all Oneness flows --

 

Limitless and True.

 

This River is a lava flood of Love's devouring

 

Flames, rising from Heart's molten Reservoir as

 

Heart's Eternal Grace.

 

Perhaps some might imagine then that

 

They can know Love's Face, but Love

 

Has no such countenance, identity, or place.

 

Love is simply What remains

 

When every trace of vanity's dim recoil

 

Is torched to teary Laughter by

 

The Heart's consuming Blaze!

 

Who can say the Name of That Nameless Bird

 

of the Sky of Perpetual Thunder and Infinite Flight?

 

Within the Heart of Hari there Glows the Answer.

 

Some Celestial Song of Rama and Krishna met inside Us.

 

Blending the Ruby-Red Blood of Valor that Is Bharat,

 

with the Blue-Black Blood of Love's Pooling as Govinda,

 

We become the Wine of Life flowing Inside Us as every Heart.

 

Lifting up into the Endless Embrace of One with the Other,

 

We break into Riotous, Light-filled flashings and crashings

 

of Big Bangs and Sunbursts and Comets Streaking,

 

Planets exploding, Galaxies evaporating, Black Holes Billowing.

 

Bracing against the Day when we will Brighten into Mist,

 

Brilliant and Boldly dissipating, undulating into Seafoam,

 

We hold each other so close we Are OneSoul Breathing OneBreath.

 

The Ocean of Our Heart is overflowing with Effulgence.

 

Ancient rishis, poets all, were every one shocked out of

 

any kind of contemplation by the searing of that Whisper,

 

Heart's relentless spirit Call, re-wakened to their Yearning

 

for the Feeling of this Fall, this Nameless Bird so wildly

 

plummeting through aeons upon aeons now, this Bird with

 

plumage all afire, wings aflame with Heart's Desire, falling

 

into This Forever, This unspeakable Divine! This sublime

 

ferocious Longing with no place on which to land, burns

 

away all fleeting knowing, immolating every strand.

 

Darling Dear, my LifeBeat, Bliss –

 

what a Wonder: This, Just This!

 

Yes we have become that Falling,

 

Yes we have become that Kiss!

 

Soaring now through this glad Grandeur,

 

Miracle of sheer Delight,

 

nothing can delay our Falling,

 

trailing streams of Radiant Light!

 

The Prophet, Isaiah, and Swami Kebalananda proclaimed the Same,

 

spoke the Name that there would be this Holy, Fragrant Fall-out!

 

They spoke of divine Lions and wild-eyed creatures who seek SOMEthing,

 

Saw to Seek so deeply in their Hunger for Union and Intimacy Unknown,

 

with their true reflection rippling out and over everything, over All.

 

They Stalk a Love like it were the last feeding for all the World,

 

and They are on the lead-point into Unknown country, for God, for GOD!

 

Soaring and sending elixers of Bliss-filled Moments so Original,

 

Each and every soul sent to the Heartbeat is set Free if Surrendered!

 

Sundari-Sunset and The Beloved Ones of Ramana, Adyashanti, Govindaji,

 

Ramakrishna, Jesus, Francesco my Child, and Mirabai, All Crying,

 

Crying!

 

Mitzvah and Parinda lift off like two Synchronized Swans in

 

Soft flight,

 

We Become the Whiteness of the rippled Water

 

Laughing along this Tale.

 

Somnambulism is not for the sleepless! Sleeping is not for the

 

Awakened!

 

Arise my Children, my Darling little light-points breaking Our

 

OneHeart!

 

Litanies are being sung amongst the Stars tonight for Us, and for

 

THIS,

 

This Cup Of Love, This Land of Love that Knows

 

Only Laughter, Singing!

 

Recognizing & witnessing within consciousness that which I tend to

 

construct or presume as a barrier to Freedom, all is revealed to be

 

inherently and priorly without limitation.

 

Recognizing and witnessing within consciousness that from which I

 

tend to recoil in conditioned reactivity, all is revealed to be

 

nothing but the communication of Love to Itself.

 

Recognizing and witnessing within consciousness the appearance of all

 

arising worlds, beings, and birds, all are revealed to be nothing but

 

my own indivisible form.

 

Recognizing and witnessing within consciousness the vanishing of each

 

temporary form, the I-concept itself is revealed to be nothing but

 

the transitory play of vast Emptiness.

 

Recognizing and witnessing the futility of belief in or

 

identification with any form or concept, my own True Nature --

 

Awareness Itself -- begins to

 

Awaken to Itself.

 

Awakening to Itself, all limitations

 

(including the presumption of a separate self-sense) are

 

Enjoyed as nothing but modifications of Happiness Itself,

 

without any effort or motive to have them be anything other than

 

What they Are.

 

Alive within each Other's Breath, we become the Breath

 

at once of Hu and Hum and Aum, One Breathing, One Heart Beating

 

gold and crimson, breaking into One Breath blown into Starry White

 

Light

 

like some Divination of Dandelions, scattered Brightness bounding,

 

petaling open, unfolding of finity unto Infinity, as We Are That

 

Unraveling

 

of every dear heart into the Vastness of its own near dear Destiny.

 

Hand in Hand at the Thresh-hold of Beloved's Abode of Primordial

 

Peace,

 

Eternity beckons in One another's Eyes, and

 

only Eternity responds.

 

We take that step, take that Lifting into Bliss

 

and Blessedness, Yin/Yang entwined, inter-penetrated

 

by the unerring precision of Presence, permeated

 

by the irresistible Perfume of each other's desire,

 

the Heart's Desire

 

for the Falling out of Nothing into

 

the Welcome of Itself.

 

Mushrooming within this only moment of Now,

 

We are become the very blossoming Joy-Explosion of

 

ever-billowing flames of Wonder – i, Nagasaki in Your Arms, You

 

Hiroshima in mine -- Oppenheimer's desert Shiva-sight a

 

mere sulphured match tip struck against the heat of our enormous

 

Burning.

 

Streaking slivers of Shaivite ashes quicken like liquid silver,

 

flooding WhiteLight from our Sacred Heart Wound,

 

a Radiance of LavaLight swirling in OneHeart, flowing

 

in canyons carved out by This Love.

 

Flame-whirled, danced deeper into Mystery's Pyre, drawn down into

 

Depthlessness, Deathless in the bright Blaze of

 

Mutual Immolation,

 

Consummation Sublime we climb into the disappearance

 

Black, then Primal Blue.

 

Of Itself, this Moment turns inside Itself,

 

inviting You and i

 

within the Courtyard of the SunFace/MoonFace of Shams,

 

rising in our eyes like the root of Spring-rain, and here –

 

enraptured in each other upon the cool marble, a beguiling

 

Tasting of OnlyLove's Nectar now lifting into

 

This, THIS –

 

blanketed by the Dust of Dying into Life, we become

 

the last thought laced along Beloved's HeartBeat.

 

In such Dying, even death is

 

timed to the rhythm of

 

its own annihilation, for

 

as it tastes its victory

 

so too it tastes its own defeat.

 

Manjusri's Sword cuts the cutter.

 

The destroyer is destroyed. Shiva

 

stands at the end of every story, but

 

in the vanishing of Shiva

 

what remains?

 

Whatever can be said is

 

not it –

 

when we open our mouths

 

only lies pour forth.

 

These lies like seeds fall upon

 

a hungry soil and blossom into

 

the forests of forgetting, the

 

conceit of knowability.

 

Be silent, even in song.

 

Let the Silence

 

be seen by your ears, heard

 

by your eyes.

 

Thunder can't compare.

 

Fall with thunder into

 

This, this

 

Dying into Life!