The Book of Yes

Beloved, my forehead rests, unmoving,
on the cool stone floor before you.

Here, there is no defining line to separate
flesh and bone from this pillow of stone.

Tonight I seem to drift through myself,
astonished by the radiant brilliance
of your exquisite light’s reflection
pulsing softly in my heart.

Because I am only here to love you,
my palms turn naturally upward,
holding my heart in my hands.

This infinite Presence is all there is,
now wearing the forms of you and I.

Even in and as these fragile forms,
it still outshines all pretense of duality.

This is what it does, it is what we do.

All ears are pressed against infinity.
All of space is sighing, listening.

We both follow backwards into that.
We seem to move, yet we’re standing still.

A single syllable appears before our eyes
which we cannot forget, we simply can’t.

This incense I burn between my fingers –
a slight sensation before the final ash.

In that momentary flicker of recognition,
of unobstructed clarity, here it is now,
one word that breaks the trance
of any doubt or hesitation:

You

Blown out in the breath
of Your rapture, I fall with You
into a stream of joyous smithereens,
swept under in the lunar wave trance
of this night’s amazing revelation —

a conspiracy of stars, of hearts’
delight, the doom of all that would
resist the death that grants eternity.

In You all mirrors are shattered.

All visions, reflections, are outshone
in the immediacy of Your warm proximity,
as our lights mingle in the movement of Love’s
own perfect urgency to magnify itself, to shine!

Taffy-spun lovers, You and I, spoon-stirred
by the sticky hands of Love — sweet blend
of complementary light, a plasticity of
desire — wind around the zero of our
empty fullness, rousing oohs and
ahhhs from our kissed lips.

Tonight I will remember myself
by forgetting myself
in You.

I remembered
Your Enduring Smile
before I met You, and so
I met You, my own Love,
smiling right before me in the
form of You — my prayer rising,
my God so graciously descending.

This Divine Love,
smiling, welcoming me
back to myself, alive in the Light
of You, alive in this Touch of You,
reminds me, as if I could have ever really
forgotten, that we have never been so alive,
so alive, as in this moment now — not a place
in time, not a dream of reunion, not a play
of energy, atoms, or even anything
that we could say, feel, or think.

Standing before Her candy shop
window, along the carnival boardwalk
of the endlessly spinning ride, we pause
at open mouth point, struck speechless
in the dizzy ecstasy of our mindless
happiness, as a sudden flood
of Heart sings out in this
electric moment:

“I Love You”

2004

Your pure infectious happiness
is like a kind of mystic helium
filling up our chest balloons.

They expand until suddenly, breaking loose
they drift up across the sky of heart
trailing heartstrings on their way,
lifting higher, still higher.

Is this heaven, ah, this easy rapture
carrying us beyond ourselves
so simple, effortless —

an unfurling blossom of ecstasy
which may yet remain unknown
except to those few, the mad lovers
who have submitted their breathing hearts
to be pierced and consumed by love’s wound.

In the center of the budding soul flower
in our chests there radiates the luminosity
of our pure self-essence, only love, from which
we have never been nor could ever be separated.

It is a beautiful day, sun shining,
warm breezes caressing, thrilling
the senses with a mysterious fragrance,
their touch on the skin — divine.

Then sudden tears, just for happiness,
just for no reason mind can ever fathom,
and this is how we are lived by life,
it’s why we are here —

not to change anything
but to be changed by that
small fractal of descending love,
so as we walk on, I take your hand —
if there is an eternity, here it is now.