Let us go fearless to the bonfire!
Let us spend our dark night among the holy
hyenas and all that would rip and tear at
our facades until we are cleansed raw
of any pretense, any subtle sense of self
believed in need of preserving.
Let us rise early to the mist-kissed vineyards,
let our lingering sleepiness and dreamy self-images
be crushed like bunched grape clusters --
tart juice to sweet fruit wine.
Let us see if the vine of real love has budded,
its vulnerable tenderness blossomed open, light
into light, a song, a miracle of sound birth,
what no heart has even known, this
particular touch, this one.
Ancient balm, ever-fresh, the supernal grace
of welcoming spaciousness, of blue sky
dawning, this touch of Presence,
the mysterious movement
of life itself.
The jasmine beckons with its fragrance,
and at our doors are delicious fruits,
both new and old,
which I have kept for you,
my Beloved --
each is perfect death to
one whose appetite for truth is
greater than their need to salvage
dusty relics from the weary search.
By night on my worn cushion
I sought that which my soul loves;
I sought it, but I found it not.
I rose up then, and searched
the temples and high holy places,
and yet found it not, that which
my soul loves, that which
grants the heart
Oh my Beloved,
you who tantalize the very air
with your majestic absence, why do you
yet hide your countenance from me,
why hold your sweet tongue mute?
My Beloved is mine, I am My Beloved’s.
Between us is the vast and windy chaos,
a filmy, blowsy garment stitched of
luminous dreams and dark imagination.
When we are at last stripped bare in the furnace
of love’s annihilation, our naked brilliance will
outshine sun and moon; our starry joy, bliss
entwined, will whirl through the shattered
gates of time.
Yes, for what I have sought, I am
not other; the eternal is not elsewhere,
and what I am, Beloved, and where I am,
Come, come my Beloved,
my Radiant One, my breath,
my blood, my tender heart beat!
The fire awaits, its impersonal flames
leap up at our approach.
Come, my Beloved—
we sleep now, but our