No Need

No need for me to say, "Dive in."
You have already drowned
in the ocean of grief,
the ocean of loving kindness.
You won't get stuck in the net
of "right" and "wrong,"
"pain" and "pleasure" again.
You're the water now.
But you can still breathe.
You can be a wave
of what is ever whole.
We all share loss unspeakable.
It feels like a void in the heart.
Yet no matter who abandons us,
our voids are all the same:
a door we enter to be changed
by what never changes.
Can you flee from this moment?
It will be Now when you arrive.
Travel ten thousand miles?
You'll be here when you get there,
resting as a witness immovable.
Better to honor the flowering
of your pain, this nameless blossom
whose fragrance has no edges.
Desolation herself gets burnt away
by this honor. Perhaps you have
suspected the truth all along:
creation springs from bewilderment.
Everything dissolves
into sparkling awareness.
Don't worry, you can still pray.
All the gods rejoice when you call
their name, the beginning of prayer
in every tongue, just one word:
"O!"