Countless

You can dream
countless worlds
without taking birth on them.
Don't fall into the story,
 including the story about
not having a story.
Then you will float on
the bubbling song
of emptiness,
frolicking with photons
and galaxies
in waves of silence.
O that delicious
illicit affair of One
trysting as Two!
Not that there is no I,
but that trillions of I's
dance and dissolve in
every ripple of the vacuum,
all of them crying,
"Beloved!"