Uradiance

When your gaze first plumbs the sky-blue pool of love,  this melting diamond of ten thousand galaxies gazes back at you with the beauty of a face,  the face of the Friend, intimate, familiar. Then you dare to drown in Beauty itself,  beyond the countenance, beyond the gaze. First you sip from an image, a likeness, then you drink a little more from the mirror of creation until you are inebriated by longing, no longer looking for that Face, but from that Face. This the secret,  yearning is the very wine it thirsts for. But who is the sommelier? Is it Jesus? Gurudev? Mahéshvara, the Lord of creation? Or is it you, the very Self? Dear one, you are the Alone and you are the Friend. You are the beginning and the end of the pilgrimage. Between your crown and your chest, legions of angels ascend and descend on the stairway of one silver breath. Tonight there is a wedding, it is yours. You are the Bridegroom and the Bride. You are the invitation, you are the candle. You are t...