sound of a sound within a sound

[Guest guest]

Within this sound of a sound of someone wooing

and being wooed by Love alone,

Love in the giddy-up and go, get-up

of getting burnt alive naked and mindless

and spine-breakingly divine...

i could say that time really has no meaning to me.

i could say that i really don't mind being twined

into rope and jute

to stoke the Sunlight-Fire of Shiva delivering human cordwood,

core stories and being cut-up into pieces,

bite by Beautiful Heart-Brightening bite.

Allah could break a million Hearts

by baring this Breast bursting with Bhava.

But i won't get into that.

It smacks of self-identification

and self-glorification in believing -

i am the doer.

i seriously don't do anything.

i don't have time to think of things to do

other than to bear

each moment.

Boy did Balarama broker a deal when the Wheel of Dharma stopped

on moi.

Merveilleux et tres Mechant whirl the words from unseen worlds

born on the wind of Mystery pouring through here.

i want to pour my Heart out sometimes to anyone who'll hear me.

i want to lie down in God and rest forever in this Love we are.

i want to lift up in Joy and never ever leave this Placement

of Being Here Now.

But what is this that Kisses our Heart as both pain and pleasure?

It is the Pleasure of the Beloved to cover us with wounds that heal.

i cannot wonder when this Wonder leaves me breathless and in Awe.

Bewilderment and this Awe and Being Surrendered

to everything that presents

breaks the bubble of the Illusion of thinking

that we are anything other

than the Beloved, the Beautiful Beloved Self -

Self-Radiant OneHeart extending to infinity...

Love Is Infinite.

Ahhh, of course, so am i.

Soham Ishwara.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie