Don't satisfy this craving right
away.
Stay thirsty all night. Be the wine
aged and flavored by the darkness
that contains you. The barrel is empty
yet that emptiness gave its bouquet
to the blood of God. No bread for now.
Let your hollows growl and hunger
will feed you. Staunch your lips
with no lover's kisses, and your tongue
will sing a flame of midnight.
Too beautiful, the peonies in your garden!
Enjoy them, yet be only half distracted.
Keep a tincture of pure attention
stored in your chest. This journey
doesn't end at the feet of a saint.
His sandals are just pebbles on the path.
Even he won't teach you how yearning
itself becomes what it yearns for,
the crushed into wine, compost into roses,
corpse and maggot into piquant food,
the Name into what it names.
Long for lightning in the void,
shaped like your vagus nerve.
Become the black hole your gaze
burns into the Master’s face.
What does it mean to break the egg
from inside? That all creation is a wound.
Don't satisfy this craving right away.
Let your longing for the Beloved become
the Beloved's longing for you.
Photo by Neil Dickie
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