Beholding My Lover

[Guest guest]

A hundred steps of the Divine Shakti Dance,

and a hundred Kisses on that Sweet, Dear mouth

are just a drop in the Ocean of This Love Loving Us.

This Love is the Lover That Speaks from us,

yet few can Hear It, stand to get near It,

and we appear as mute as an unstrung violin left on a shelf.

 

We shout into the Sky of Longing with OneVoice so bravely,

braving the Brightness of a Light breaking inside,

bursting from this Joy like myriad, Glad-maddened Moons rising.

Spilling from our OneHeart is the Sweetness of Amrita Nectar,

a cool-blue blending of golden rings and a single white star.

 

Wonder of wonders that we can even stand upright,

so crazily-dizzy we are when we come together each night,

when we behold the Beloved of All Lovers flooding forth,

from within the Clear-gazing eyes, locked into the Light looking out

from each other, beholding the Beauty of the Beautiful One there.

 

Lifted and left Silent in a Stillness that has Stilled us,

neither one's able to speak or move or think or breathe.

Just falling into a Fathomless Void of Knowing We Are Love in form,

Love informing through our Heart and Mind and Body so Dear.

Who can Understand this Paradox of One, Living and Loving as two?

 

There is a Moment for each Heart when the Radiant Being of Light,

the Sparkling so Darkly, Beautiful, Love Essence of Life

begins Singing and Laughing and Touching for the Joy of ItSelf,

for the Simple Bliss of Beholding Its Own Breathtaking Form;

The Formless Who just wanted to Inform It Is Love in This OneHeart!

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

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, "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

>Lifted and left Silent in a Stillness that has Stilled us,

neither one's able to speak or move or think or breathe...

There is a Moment for each Heart when the Radiant Being of Light,

the Sparkling so Darkly, Beautiful, Love Essence of Life

begins Singing.....

 

 

 

i want to sing with You,

Beloved my Heart,

all the songs of this day, but

in the softly devastating

thunderclap of Your Presence

all songs slip into Silence, and

i am made mute here.

 

i know You listen in this Silence,

listen for the Word i am

born to share with You,

listen with the urgent patience

lovers have awaiting their Beloved,

and yet You have always known the Word.

i have never stopped speaking It,

even though It cannot be spoken.

nor can it be known, or heard, except by

hearts no longer predisposed to some

dumbness of division within themselves.

 

You are closer to me

than i am to myself.

each sound we make is

the Sound of God, carried on

the Breath of God we Are.

we are a feather on This Breath –

blown far and deep into Heart's Mystery of Love,

and the Word, the Word is heard by a

Hearing for which no one can account,

anymore than we account for the

Love That brings us here.

 

Friends, Lovers –

beyond any rhyme or reason

Be such Hearing, be

That Word all ears are here to Hear!