The Cup
I am the cup of astonishment. You are the wine of silence. Whoever pours You into Me I call Friend, Breath of my Breath. Each electron in my body your Radiance, the space between them your Love. I Am nothing but You. No need for a Master. Just thread your gold umbilicus from the farthest star through a pearl in my fontanel, piercing my lungs, weaving rib-weft, belly down to mothering compost. Am I not your loom? Let the spindle of the galaxy wind the soul out of itself to a radiant sun rooted in my sacrum. I will not be dizzied by the tricks of light. Splendor is only a door, open, empty, leading neither inward nor outward, above nor below. At the center of this eye what roseate solar fire voluptuously trembles, luring me into the stillness of a diamond Christ who reflec...