Swallowed Up

I was created for you

because One delights

in Two.

Friendship is more playful

than union,

Advaita swallowed up

in Lila.

The teacher said,

"There is no other."

I say, "Play."

The teacher said,

"You are not this body."

I say, "Love."

Nothing is more sacred

than a Kiss.

The Sun on the lips

of the Moon.

The footsteps of the Moon

on the Sea.

A wave caressing

the sand, and the sigh

of returning.

A baby's mouth

on the swollen teat.

A Father's gaze

upon the daughter

already asleep

in the lingering majesty

of a summer evening.
Hands opening,
then closing on each other.

That breath
dissolving into this breath

at the stillpoint
just beneath
your breastbone.