Night Melodies

[Guest guest]

Each night i fall unfailingly

into that place of no trace,

i trace my steps

back into Your Heart again.

Liquid language prevails it seems,

with garments of Bliss and Joy,

Ever-New Joy sewn with no seams.

It seems i cannot stop saying -

 

"i Love You."

 

In deep sleep i am flown

across every concept,

conceived as the original Voice

of the One,

the Only One,

flown into the very Heart's Core

of what we really want to Sing.

 

What really,

truly,

completely

wants to Sing through us

is Beloved's Song of Songs.

Like a throng

of Happy tourists,

every word i See or Say

is transmuted into a Gladness

never had before, never known so fully.

Into a Joyful Illuminated manuscript

that was laid out and written

before the foundation of Time began,

i begin to Hear,

to appear as a Soundless,

Silent Song writing ItSelf.

 

Prior to the Mind,

before the idea of time,

before space began

its fast and furious pace

to multiply and encompass

everything,

i heard so clearly,

without ears,

i saw so clearly,

without eyes,

i tasted so clearly,

without a tongue,

i touched the Untouchable One,

without any form,

without any reaching hands

or any kind of longing.

 

Long before we were thrown inside

the thought of separation,

of anything that likened us

into "two,"

into any thought of me and you,

i Was Only You,

You,

and Only You,

just You Alone.

 

Each night the Mighty Majesty

of Marvelosity

unravels my mind,

and It begins to climb

the ladder of my Heart-Lute.

Touching these Heart filaments

that Resonate into

and as

Pure, Perfectly expressed Bliss,

plucking my very own

unseeing eyes out,

my tender, delicate Heart

becomes a Quicksilvery Steel Drum.

All that is ever struck then,

is Love,

This Self,

This OneHeart,

struck Dumb

by the Sound of Aum's Vibration

everywhere,

evermore as Everything

and filling everything

with the Wonder,

with the Infinite Awe

of Bewilderment

of Love

Playing the Music of ItSelf.

 

Sounding out across

the three conceived worlds,

physical, astral, and causal,

i originate

and replicate as the Cause,

as the Causeless Cause

of all creation

forever,

for and as,

all the sentient Beings i have become.

Singing with a Great God-Lust,

as i lift up and back

into this world consciousness

that is Presenting,

i turn and look at the Beauty-Being

lying next to me.

 

Breaking the bottle of limitation,

of any sense of separation,

i flow freely into You

as the Dawn flows into day.

So much like

the Jasmine Garden of One,

this Blessedness of Shiva and Shakti

has become the only reality

i See.

i Am Seeing ItSelf.

 

What will remain

when the Sweet Sounds

are finally captured

and caged inside my Mind?

What will be left to say anything

when i recall,

when i Am called into

the full Remembrance of That?

 

Beloved,

Beloved friend,

husband,

brother,

lover,

child of mine,

my teacher and my devotee,

soon we will merge into

the Ocean of Infinite Love,

completely taking on

and casting off

all qualities,

every conception of This

or That

or another,

even

Tat,

Sat,

Aum.

 

We've come Home.

We were always Home.

We Are Love's Home.

The old adage,

"There's no place like Home,"

never had such meaning to me

as Now.

For That Is All There Is.

That Is All There Ever Was,

or Will Ever Be -

 

Awareness Being Aware.

 

The Heart Is the Home.

You Are my Heart.

OneHeart,

eternally beating

in every human's breast,

in every sentient being,

in every,

Everything.

 

The Abundance

of Nothing.

 

The Fullness

of Emptiness.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

mazie wrote:

 

Each night i fall unfailingly

into that place of no trace,

i trace my steps

back into Your Heart again.

Liquid language prevails it seems,

with garments of Bliss and Joy,

Ever-New Joy sewn with no seams.

It seems i cannot stop saying -

 

"i Love You."

 

In deep sleep i am flown

across every concept,

conceived as the original Voice

of the One,

the Only One,

flown into the very Heart's Core

of what we really want to Sing.

 

What really,

truly,

completely

wants to Sing through us

is Beloved's Song of Songs.

Like a throng

of Happy tourists,

every word i See or Say

is transmuted into a Gladness

never had before, never known so fully.

Into a Joyful Illuminated manuscript

that was laid out and written

before the foundation of Time began,

i begin to Hear,

to appear as a Soundless,

Silent Song writing ItSelf.

 

Prior to the Mind,

before the idea of time,

before space began

its fast and furious pace

to multiply and encompass

everything,

i heard so clearly,

without ears,

i saw so clearly,

without eyes,

i tasted so clearly,

without a tongue,

i touched the Untouchable One,

without any form,

without any reaching hands

or any kind of longing.

 

Long before we were thrown inside

the thought of separation,

of anything that likened us

into "two,"

into any thought of me and you,

i Was Only You,

You,

and Only You,

just You Alone.

 

Each night the Mighty Majesty

of Marvelosity

unravels my mind,

and It begins to climb

the ladder of my Heart-Lute.

Touching these Heart filaments

that Resonate into

and as

Pure, Perfectly expressed Bliss,

plucking my very own

unseeing eyes out,

my tender, delicate Heart

becomes a Quicksilvery Steel Drum.

All that is ever struck then,

is Love,

This Self,

This OneHeart,

struck Dumb

by the Sound of Aum's Vibration

everywhere,

evermore as Everything

and filling everything

with the Wonder,

with the Infinite Awe

of Bewilderment

of Love

Playing the Music of ItSelf.

 

Sounding out across

the three conceived worlds,

physical, astral, and causal,

i originate

and replicate as the Cause,

as the Causeless Cause

of all creation

forever,

for and as,

all the sentient Beings i have become.

Singing with a Great God-Lust,

as i lift up and back

into this world consciousness

that is Presenting,

i turn and look at the Beauty-Being

lying next to me.

 

Breaking the bottle of limitation,

of any sense of separation,

i flow freely into You

as the Dawn flows into day.

So much like

the Jasmine Garden of One,

this Blessedness of Shiva and Shakti

has become the only reality

i See.

i Am Seeing ItSelf.

 

What will remain

when the Sweet Sounds

are finally captured

and caged inside my Mind?

What will be left to say anything

when i recall,

when i Am called into

the full Remembrance of That?

 

Beloved,

Beloved friend,

husband,

brother,

lover,

child of mine,

my teacher and my devotee,

soon we will merge into

the Ocean of Infinite Love,

completely taking on

and casting off

all qualities,

every conception of This

or That

or another,

even

Tat,

Sat,

Aum.

 

We've come Home.

We were always Home.

We Are Love's Home.

The old adage,

"There's no place like Home,"

never had such meaning to me

as Now.

For That Is All There Is.

That Is All There Ever Was,

or Will Ever Be -

 

Awareness Being Aware.

 

The Heart Is the Home.

You Are my Heart.

OneHeart,

eternally beating

in every human's breast,

in every sentient being,

in every,

Everything.

 

The Abundance

of Nothing.

 

The Fullness

of Emptiness.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

 

 

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"Whenever God dwells in the dark folds of night,

Love comes & finds a heart entangled in the tresses.

God & Love are as body & soul.

God is the mine, Love is the Diamond.

They have been together since the beginning --

in every beat of every heart."

 

Jami

 

 

When You stir in the night, say

to get up and write, I awaken --

always amidst some new line of verse

in the poem of the Heart's Fair Flight.

 

I am the perfect poetry critic --

 

reading these golden threads of the Light

making Love with Itself all night,

and just as soon in the midst of the swoon

forgetting all that's been written,

 

only to find that it's You, Dear Love,

who's been writing these lines on the

back of my Heart in the poems about

Hearts that Love's smitten!

 

I question other poets

and they all seem to agree:

the way of Love's mysterious,

beyond mind's comprehensibility.

 

You sing of a home there's

no place like,

the OneHeart always beating,

while even now

 

these dreams of words so dear

and yet so fleeting

evaporate like morning mists

pierced by the Sun's glad Greeting.

 

In that Fullness of Emptiness is where

all restless hearts can rest,

in folds of night or daylight bright --

Beloved sings and so we write this

Poetry of Love's Delight!

 

LoveAlways,

 

b