Beating Egg Whites

[Guest guest]

We lifted lightly off from one

as two, spiraling, slowly at first,

widely spiraling, higher, higher, swirling

past each other in the narrowing circle of

meeting again and again, and in this dawn-pink

atmosphere of Love, O Darling mine, we ascended

ever higher, and Your Face, Beloved – That Smile, so much

Transmission of the Knowing, Submitted, Beatific Smile of

Ramana, but You, Mashuq, Exquisitely and Serenely You, and as

we passed each time my poor heart nearly fainted in such Radiance of

Your Loving, Smiling Regard, and You Knew, as You Know Now, This

Infinite Bliss of Being, Unspeakable, for You Are That, and as we

Met at that zenith, the Epitome of This Dance, so perfectly

Choreographed by the Supreme Hand of Very God, the Great One, the

Dancer, Dancing, Dance Itself, the Beloved, Allah, the Most

Heartbreakingly Beautiful, Divinity's Form, Merged with the Most

Pristine Emptiness, It's own Reflection, and in That Union,

That Re-Union, We assumed our Universal Form in a Mushrooming,

Blossoming Atomic Expanse of blinding White Golden Light, Unbearable

in It's Intensity, incomprehensible in Its Fullness, Mystery Revealed

to Itself, Unbounded, without any barrier in space or time, and It Is

Love, so Nakedly Plain and Present, and suddenly You were shaking

me gently and inquiring: "Honey, have you ever beaten egg whites with

a fork?"

 

LoveAlways,

 

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