Generosity

We are truly generous when we
share our bewilderment.
Isn't it time to worship
all the Christs in all
the strangers,
beneath the veil of each
the same soul mirror,
love yearning for love,
dark matter beyond name and form?
These bodies crinkle up
like roses at the close of summer.
Light itself is fickle.
Most of it will never arrive.
So lovers should be silent and follow
an eternal breath
home to the garden.
Point here, to your chest
where we first met.
Become the drop of nectar
that sweetens the whole sea.
Eternity flowers
through eyes, not words.
What were we before we had faces?
Beneath the veil of each
the same soul mirror,
love yearning for love,
mystery beyond
wounding and healing.
And when we gaze into each other,
we are solved.