Foundling

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Foundling

 

 

 

"You that come to birth and bring mysteries,

your voice-thunder makes us very happy.

 

Roar, lion of the heart,

and tear me open."*

 

 

Some half a century ago

You came to this place again.

i soon followed You here from the Elsewhere.

What else could i do Beloved?

Long ago before time was,

we struck a bargain with the Friend.

We promised everything for just this Kiss.

The Beautiful One only Laughed at our Innocence,

having held all the cards from the beginning.

But He agreed that one day

we would be completely torn open.

The Beloved One always keeps His Word.

Love Always Speaks the Truth.

Wandering along in the forgetfulness of You,

the particular You in the form of my Dear Mashuq,

i tried many doors searching for Our OneLove

and climbed through endless windows

looking for Our OneHeart.

There was so much wine to drink

and so often i woke up a stranger

in my own skin,

reeling with the longing to hold only You.

i wept for You as if my life depended on it.

My life depended on It.

 

Poetic rivers of Bliss poured out into the ground

in the hope that You would see my Light there.

i stood at the precipice to Nowhere thinking

to jump and leave all this behind me.

And then, and then Beloved,

March came around for the forty-seventh time

and for the four hundred-thousandth time

i called You with a deafening Heart Cry.

Echoing back i heard the sound of Your Heartbeat

as my own Heartbeat in my own chest

and i knew it was You.

i just knew it.

 

i Knew it was You.

 

 

"When you come back inside my chest,

no matter how far I've wandered off,

I look around and see the way.

 

At the end of my life, with just one breath

left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing."*

 

You have made the dead clap their hands

in Joy and Delight to hear Your songs.

>From the grave,

from the ash swirling down the Ganges,

from the essence hovering everywhere

of the Beautiful dead ones,

You have made them live again

as OneHeart returning Home in You and i.

Beloved, we know there is no death.

Beloved One, we understand we cannot die.

We break the seal of separation

whenever we come together in Blissful Union.

And Darling, my Darling,

we break that seal for everyone

who still believes in death or birth.

What a paradox of crazy kids we are -

never born yet always thanking God for this birth

when we could meet again and resume this Dance.

Never died yet we still fold our palms

and give the Holy-Palmer's Kiss

to every corpse we see.

We Are that corpse!

We are baby Grace coming next month as, as,

well as Grace!

Sometimes i cannot face all this Beauty at once.

When i look into Your face

i begin to dissolve into such Bliss

i know that soon we shall never be able

to write or say another word about this.

 

 

"Last night things flowed between us

that cannot now be said or written.

 

Only as I'm being carried out

and down the road, as the folds

of my shroud open in the wind,

 

will anyone be able to read, as on

the petal-pages of a turning bud

what passed through us last night."*

 

 

Turning inward and facing no one,

seeing nothing but endless banks of Light,

we fell into such a Blessed state

of Blissful Awareness that we are not two,

the world shimmered and seemed to stop.

In all our commingling of the Essence

"of what cannot be spoken" we split open

into the Mystery of Existence.

Wonderment and Awe

are not deep enough words to convey this.

There surely are no words that can say

the Unspeakable Beauty we saw

and became last night.

Unutterable Ecstasy profound,

so profound there is no ground

below us

there is no sky above us

there is no time and no space

there is nothing anywhere but this -

 

"Tears and a breathing silence

together. Then the morning itself,

growing stronger, calls out,

 

"Who's loving who,

of these two?"*

 

 

Beloved OneHeart,

OneHeart...

 

Help me now to stay present.

Hold the drifting into Nothing,

into Nothing,

into the Abundance of Nothing

at bay.

i will never leave this world without You.

This Light Loving ItSelf as You and i,

It simply will not be separated again.

This world,

that world,

endless fields of light playing,

the primal blue void,

Nirvana or Samadhi,

none of this means anything to me

without You Being That with and as i,

as "I am" and i am.

I Am.

I Am,

I Am You.

Say It!

Say i am You!

 

"In a boat down a fast-running creek,

it feels like trees on the bank

are rushing by. What seems

 

to be changing around us

is rather the speed of our craft

leaving this world."*

 

 

*Rumi

 

 

 

Exquisite One,

My Mitzvah,

Beloved Divinity,

this is not a world,

my Heart!

We have never visited here.

There are no proofs of invoice,

possessions, personalities, pensions,

prior existence, passports, perfection –

nothing to be known, presumed, practiced,

pardoned, snapped, crackled or popped!

Numero Uno is just some bit of language, an

imaginative image kept vernacular during the Sacred Era,

the very time we seem to have met up again,

if I read you correctly, yes, right about now,

isn't it so, Blissful

Darling?

 

You wrote the words above, lost

and found amidst Devotion --

I seemed to sleep, It is awake --

they are Our Loving Couch Words,

the moment before Han Shan

stepped a foot on Cold Mountain,

we cracked up on a beach with blue water,

it was a star-filled night but we barely noticed,

incredulous we had found ourselves once again,

and it hasn't stopped yet, how could it?

 

God likes to play with us, Sabu! *

 

As you sat in most intense hip pain from this bodily

Teacher, Body of Bliss, Chameleon, Empty,

my Breath & Breathlessness

you could not keep from singing, Singing

OneHeart's Heart Submission to Itself as This

with no periphery, no Hip, but Lip to Lip as That

which is not nameable, yet

we are compelled to speak

for some strange reason

unknown to each other

until lights like Bola

suddenly surprise

themselves

with tears

 

we recognize.

 

Gracias a la Vida! **

 

 

LoveAlways,

Love Always

 

 

 

 

* Out of Africa

* Mercedes Sosa