Advaita Flowers

Advaita flowers

in the play of

lover and beloved.

Every perception is a deeper kiss.

Just to be awake is

a wedding.

Why not really listen to a vireo

at dawn?

Why not scent a wild hyacinth

and fall

into original wonder?

There was another world

before this one.

It is still at your fingertips.

We don't have enough words to

say "love,"

so we have hands.

We don't have enough hands

to do love,

so we have tears.

We don't have

enough tears to feel love,

but we taste silence.

Not even silence

is vast enough

to contain love,

so we surrender.

The soft morning rain has ended.

The broken sun trembles

at every fern tip

like a morsel of bread,

a memory of manna

for wanderers.

Now the vireo

through its own voice returns

from that world to this one

healing your body

with a song.