At the still point of union
this mysterious cross blossoms,
billowing ecstatically, manifesting
the impossible resolution of the heart’s
endless yearning, as horizontal and vertical
intersect, and Shakti dances on Shiva’s chest.

You stand before me in your revelation body
blinding me with sourceless light, the light
you vowed to share with me in prehistory
when you smiled and sighed: “Always”.

I knew you would return, I don’t know how,
perhaps because we’ve never been apart —
no distance in need of glad resolution,
no desire longing to be satisfied
has ever actually been true.

The revelation is simple,
clear as the dawning light:

“Always”.

Even in the midst of my delusions
you are always here, always luminous,
always smiling, transmitting the precious light,
the same uncreated light we promised each other
before we embarked on this living sea of light.

Your spontaneous laughter stops my mind.
Even so, why now these tears, even as
I am engulfed in such happiness —
and your touch . . .

None of the old words we used will suffice,
though the new words can’t be spoken yet.
They’re still turning in mindless bliss,
feeding blindly on your light.