Embracing heartache without resistance I see how deep disappointment is just the right time to distinguish waking from sleep.What does not survive is not real. I can return now. Again, I am pure night.
Before birth I was here, whirling in bindhu, a germin the ayin soph. This body and its tears, this laughter echoing over the snow-melt stream, and what of these profligate blossoms about to unfold?
All layers of courtesan's silk, a story I've been telling to a vacant room in the old hotel, dissolving in silence now...
Love is the last and only veil, shimmering in a breath of grief. O my Soul, peel away another layer of the dream. Penetrate the darkness to its deathless seed. In the heart of loss, find the luminous crystal essence.