Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Where is the beloved?

If I say she is outside me,
I deny the reality of her power
And the overwhelming grace
Dripping inside my own heart.

But if I say she is inside only,
I will burn out of existence,
Denying her love-body,
And the precious form 
She has taken in front of my eyes.

There is one beloved who is inside,
And one who is out.
Give everything to know this union.

While the wise ones will choose the beloved within,
I am one of the hopeless – crazy, mad with love,  
And just too foolish for all that.

If I allow myself to fall any deeper into this mystery,
I fear I will never return.
And I will miss her terribly.