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I told the Beloved, "It is painful to receive your vast Gift, knowing that I did nothing to deserve it!"
The Beloved answered, "This is the
final and most terrible suffering of 'I'. But 'I' can end the pain right here, right now."
"Oh tell me how, Friend, tell me how!"
"Just leap
into my wave of annihilation, and drown in the ocean of the Giver."
*
The Beloved asked, "What secret have you learned here?"
I answered, "Joy is made of tears, emptiness made
of diamonds."
The Beloved asked, "Did you arrive by returning?"
I answered, "I gave up returning and not returning. I gave up bowing to the Master and not bowing to the Master. I gave up Jesus, Muhammad, Amitta, Govinda. Then I became the womb who mothered them all."
*
"To become truly rich, you must give up one thing more." Then the Beloved turned her back on me, and walked into wayless doorless Light.
That is why, when people ask, "Who do you follow?" I answer, "Follow no one, become the path."
*
When the Master disappeared, I had to meet God face to face, and ask directly, without the mediation of thoughts and signs: "Is it true that since the first morning of the world, there has been nothing left to do but laugh, sing, dance, and meditate?"
She answered, "Don't be serious. It's all like an echo, an afterimage on the inside of your eyelid. There was no Word of creation in the beginning, but a humming, like the buzz of a drunken bee."
"What was the meaning of that humming sound, that Om, that vast Ameen which created the world?"
"There is no creation, there is no world, there is only the song."
*
"Could I weep 10,000 tears in the time it takes
light to pass through the width of a hair?"
The Beloved answered, "They would not equal one drop of my wine."
"I understand now, there is nothing to understand."
"Yes, my child, that is the joke."
"Is it a punchline," I asked, "or an invitation to the Wedding?"
She answered, "You are still making useless distinctions. Just drink a cup of my causeless joy."
Photo by my dear friend, Aile Shebar
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I woke and wrote
then here` ` to read
your inner dialogues
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I leave you mine
from the other hour
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you tasted my mouth
we drank the water and the wine
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swallowing time
deeply knowing
Now forever.
What `more` Is (t)here !
So gratefully I offer you a rose, watered with starlight, rooted in silence. It is my heart.
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