Sweep

A breath of Thou Art
sweeps I Am away
and the heart becomes clear.
A breath of I Am
sweeps Thou Art away
and the heart becomes clear.
Beloved, you are the clarity within clarity.
So my breath is one, yet two,
ever departing, ever returning.
And so my heart is whole, yet contains
twin chambers, O sparkling emptiness
who tastes the Self as Other!
The moth folds her wings perfectly
on a petal of blue lupine.
The raven complains perfectly about nothing
from a misty pine.
A tear perfectly kisses my cheek for no reason.
If you do not heal your own seeing,
how can you heal anything you see?
The earth will be purified, not by politics,
but by astonishment.
It isn’t more work but less wanting
that cleanses our water, wind, and soil.
Thus we return to the crystal of No Thought.
Our ambitions dissolve like clouds
in a sky that was never not already blue.
Look! The entangled filaments of creation
pour out of your eyes, and the gold
that glistens in that silk is your own light.
In the beheld, behold nothing but beholding, 
and the chrysalis untangles all by itself.
You become not what soars,
but the vastness you soar through.
I am a breath of Thou Art,
Thou Art a breath of I Am,
sweeping the heart clear,
O sparkling emptiness!


Image: Painting in progress by Steven DaLuz