Unsought

I craved the savor of non-duality,
but kept finding two,
the seeker and the sought.

Then I quit the search
to relish the hidden nectar
in every perception.

Chimes of wine on my tongue,
melody of vanishing clouds,
taste of evening star and amber glow
of owl song at midnight,

healing moon-kiss on my
fontanel, the lovelorn blackness
of the loins, the yearning curves
of emptiness around a galaxy,
which are the very
proportions of this body.

Each dissolving
multitudinous touch,
a quiver in the continuum,
a tremor of the one
invisible tincture of my own
awareness, and yours.