Don't Tell


Don't tell me what

enlightenment is.

Tell me how like a thief,

while others sleep,

you silently come to unlock

the cages of the mind.

How you release the feral breath

into its meadow, the sky.

Speak not of angels or Goddesses,

but dangerous lovers

who swim in the ocean

of the uncreated, deeper

inside you than a soul.

Speak of the ancient eye

of the shelter dog.

Speak of the fragrance

that spills from your bruises,

what seeps from the broken

pomegranate, your heart

oozing thousands of other hearts.

Tell how you keep one secret:

the taste on the tongue,

the musk of sweet syrup

containing the stars,

their crushed fermented light

that makes the darkness holy.

Have your lips touched

the rim of the cup?

Why do you need a grail?

You are the thirst,

and you are the wine.

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