Are They Two?

I am confused this morning.

Yogis say the seat of the Guru

is in the forehead.

Zen masters say, the belly.

My favorite poet points

to the dizzy place, the laughing heart.

But he is crazy.

I think the Lord's throne

is everywhere.

Each cell of my body

is a temple of bewilderment.

Conversation requires words,

communion insists 
on silence.

A silence where Lover and Beloved 
kiss, whisper, listen.

Are they two?

Or is there one secret name
for both?

This blessed morning

all I know is,

Love has emptied my mind

and filled my chest

with a holy confusion.

Photo: Laurent Berthier