As Is, So Is

[Guest guest]

"As is your devotion,

So is your liberation." *

 

I begin by simply appearing as myself,

already in Love with you.

 

You appear to me as myself,

already always Love.

 

This is immensely arousing.

 

We both simultaneously are

swept into the mystery of our Loving,

our bodily bliss of awakened hunger, and

the simultaneous release of hunger into

our bodilessness.

 

The body does not resist.

 

Death is irresistible.

It is the bliss of the body.

 

We die into each other,

moment to moment.

 

This is what it wants.

This wanting.

 

Tongues dance with each other

in a language easily translated by

the hands to touch, the breath to

commingling light, the skin grown

taut and liquid radiance sheened,

heart apulse with delight, with

God penetrating Itself as

Us, receiving Itself as

Us, this death, and

dying into life as

Us,

 

Ecstatically.

 

"The way you make Love is

the way God will be with you." **

 

Great Beings called

"Behold, I Am Life"

pass us around as

cherished concubine,

filling us over and again with

the divine sperm of their

ineffable Transmission.

 

We are married to all things,

the intimate of everyone,

the lover within all lovers,

spouse to the death that births

the sky of mind, body of bliss,

soul of transformation into

That We Are.

 

This conjugal visit never ends –

birds become our sexual organs,

the breeze our fond caress,

the sea our marriage bed,

the song of silence

our nuptial vows,

the tree of life our progeny,

the eyes of the world our

tender gaze, brimming with

the satisfaction of exquisite lovemaking.

 

Jnana & Bhakta gave us away,

Ananda was our witness,

Sat & Chit performed duets and

Fana flung the rice.

 

We honeymoon in

Siddha Loka, at play on

a pillow made of soft skulls,

last temptations of saints and

holy fools our blankets,

surrounded by candles of

surrender, lit by a mystery

beyond any comprehension,

burning time & space in our

passionate embrace,

the climax of all yearning

crumbs on our lips,

the cake of submission slipped so

joyfully into the immense

mouth of our eternal desire,

stilling the restless hunger of

the Heart enthralled with

its own Happiness Now.

 

Happy Anniversary, Darlings –

Many Happy Returns!

 

 

 

* Nityananda

** Rumi