Unbound by the Boundless

[Guest guest]

i wanted to leap, sprint and be the black flint

to Your striking Beauty. What or whom else is

there that could bring the flametip to blue,

white-hot indigo, Dancing on the tip of

the darting tongue like a serpent,

sweet-tongued and reptile-like

licking of fire into fire and

there is not one ounce of

You and i that is not

tinder and twig.

Twisting up the ties

that bind my Heart to Yours,

the flames ignite and burn right

through even that binding cord. If

we needed a link or a string to bring

us closer to one another's Heart, then we

are bound by that need to succeed in saying

we are not needing the bindings. My findings

have been that when a man and a woman are truly

Eternal Beloveds, there is no need to tie the

knot or get the chainlinks red-hot to meld

us together as OneHeart when OneHeart

heats the very air with a word, a

word-sequence like, "snap the

chains that bind," and we

will find that we have

always been snared

by God's great

OneMind

unwinding any

length of line that

would appear as necessity

to keep us close together as

OneBody, OneHeart, OneBeing just

being welded together by the tether

of Love. i can weather any storm and

everywhere i am is a port of call to call

longingly and Lovingly to anyone "My God, my

Life, my Love and my Light that shines like the

first unspeakably lovely spritz of sparkling dawn

marking my name in the game of Life that lit

You and i on fire as Love for one another.

i burn in the turning on the Seva spit

of speaking up and speaking out

against binding the spirit

feet of children still

struggling to step

away from the

chain of

commands demanding

an accounting of the

flaunting of fixing each

link of identity to all past

experiences and identifications.

We are unbreakable in our bond of

Union and this Communion is the casting

off of all chains of ignorance. i cannot yet

ignore the fact that the i that was shackled by

my own ropes of fearful recall, have at long

last been cast into the very Fire of Fana

that You and i are the feast in. i feast

my eyes on the Sky of heart and i

know, i KNOW that there is not

anything needed to insure

our bond of loyalty and

Lover-ness except the

burning strands of

man and woman

forever

bound as One -

OneHeart breaking.

Glass and crystal Hearts

appear breakable, but actually,

in reality, the diamond sutra is our

sole goal reached of serving Satsangh-Soup,

of severing the need to bring the spoon of strong

medicine simulating sewing-thread straight-stitching

Bliss to our wavering momentum and watering mouths for

UndividableUnion understood and underscored by the

non-necesity for bindings. i am so sunk inside

your Spirit-Sea of Self that i am sitting

somewhere between Samadhi and simply

Laughing myself silly to reveal

that we are stuck so together

forever by Indivisibility

that's Invisible. i

intuitively

envision that some...

thing about this poem will

cultivate and create controversy,

much like combing the homes of others

for jewels and cash causes fear and fright.

i cannot fight this night in just wanting to

say something about not needing the bleeding of

anyone on any cross to ferry me across the Cosmic-Idea

of Life, Death and Salvation. i am served the salve of Such

Surrender when i engender anything with struggling for

safety. i am safe in saying, at least i certainly

think so, that if ten-thousand Jesus Christs'

were to come to save me, i will not and

cannot be saved unless i, i make the

effort to simulate the Self-Same

Suchness. Such as it is i must

go and sample the wares of

the Fair One so i can

simultaneously

sip Light

and serve the

Sweet Self with this

Self-Realization that i am

so not alone, even when i render

the rope of selfishness and self-serving

sanctity in favor of simply letting go and just

letting God give my Silence Its Voice. i validate this

pranaic parking space as the place where all spun

and spinning lines to what i think is mine,

are severed forever in the Seeing that

i am always seamlessly sewn into

every last Heart's thin red

line of Surrender to

what IS, as It Is,

here, now and

sterling

silver clear,

clear and cleanly cut

from the past identification

of needing to believe that i must

string an iron chain and anchor to my

Beloved to believe that i am safe and sound

in grounding out new grooves of past retractions.

i cannot retract a word of this and i know that the

invisible force of Love is all, is ALL i shall ever need

to See that You and are bound forever as this OneHeart.

Stand up and sing! Stand up and chant! The scented

super-strong glue of Gladness is had! And i

thought i had it all figured out many

lifetimes ago. It goes to show

that up until the very

last breath and

very last

surrender,

things can begin

to spin us in to the web

of Maya, even as we are soaring

on wings of Light and wild, young rebel

Angels of Hafiz are riding spears of Emerald

Enlightenment-Piercings, quietly, boldly, brightly

straight through our HeartLand layed waste by Love Alone.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie