Sunday, April 13, 2014

If I say she is outside me...

If I say
she is outside me,
I deny the reality
of the aliveness within,
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
right in front
of my eyes.

There is one beloved
who is within,
and another
who dances without.
Let us give everything
to know this union.

While the wise ones
will always choose
the beloved within,
I seem to be 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. 

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