Ancient River

Deep calleth unto deep... All thy waves and thy billows 
are gone over me. ~Psalm 42:7

Beloved Friend,

when they asked you

what you wanted to be

remembered for,

very quietly, softly

you answered,

"Nothing."

You are the grace

of the effortless.

You are the sound

of the Mother's breath

on my lips.

You are the music

that plays like sunlight

on the ocean

of silence.

You are the Being

inside all my doing.

You never called yourself

Guru.

Instead, you lit the flame

of the Guru in my body,

here,

where the flower is.

And this is why

I never call you Master,

I call you Friend.

I bow to the ancient river

of silent teachers

flowing from a wellspring

deeper than thought,

abyss of gratitude

more inward than I am

to myself.

And there I find You

bowing to Me.

In love, there is no other.

Deep calleth unto deep.

This is the secret beauty

of your humbleness.

We are both anointed.