How Intimate!

Waves of emptiness.
The trembling
of uncreated light.
Flowering prism
of the void.
You can gaze
into this jewel and see
the infinite sky
of your own face
looking back at you
as Lord of Vrindivan.
How intimate your solitude!
It is a sapphire, a mirror
shattered into perfection,
a lotus of 10,000 daggers
piercing your heart
from its own center.
This is the pain
of formless love,
your breath a flute song
of prayer extinguished
before a word arises.
Yet the luminous silence
inside that sound
bestows its name
on every creature.
Now just for
the sake of play,
let me call you Krishna,
and I will let you call me
your Self.