Lord of Rivers

Cradle every breath
as a mother holds
her only child.
This is a more
fruitful way to hug God.

You won’t embrace

anyone else, not really,
you taste the kiss

of these two sparkling
love streams
in your own body -

one spilling down

from the soft white
the other springing
from groundless loam
where the blossoms
on your backbone

root and drink
the mother's darkness.

Ancient seers

whispered about
this marriage  
deep inside,
but only to those
who knew how to listen -

"So'ham, So'ham.”

I am You, I am You,
Lord of Merging Rivers.

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