Swing

When you get tired of following

the commandments, 

follow your aching

into the fountain 

of desire.
Here in the heart 

there is only one law:
you are both Lover and Beloved.
This is not a serious 

relationship.

It only lasts a moment 

again and again.
You are playing 

in an ancient garden,
leaning on a swing 

inside breathing.
Your inhalation, 

a serene obsession 

beyond all thirst.
Your exhalation, 

what fills silence with lyrics 

only fools can sing.
In the science of love,
there is a midnight and a dawn.
If you think you can avoid
Radha's loneliness, 
you will never become the flute
that rests on Krishna’s 

lips.
If you think you can survive
without yearning,
you will never have enough.
Listen to the secret.  

This longing for God
is God.