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,
until you taste the kiss
of these two sparkling
love streams
in your own body -

one spilling down
from the soft white
mountaintop,
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.