All night long
while our bodies sleep
we wake
in a star-like convergence
inside each other,
watching over
these soft brown
slumbering forms
whose breath flows
up to touch our light
and then returns,
fragrant with musk.
This is Tiriya,
the work of stillness
beyond the dream,
neither I nor Thou
but one vigil
of pure love.
Yes, the time is coming
when the heart will
never sleep,
and all of us
will understand
that there is no one
else.
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