Love....Unowned....Ungarbed

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Love was perhaps the first to go here....
It went instantly with self and other....

Sent shock waves and left me stunned....

Even more than seeing through non-seperation the dissolution of self and other

I remember even the next day....
I kept waiting and watching for any signs of it surfacing....

Resurrecting....lol......

I looked at the other....
Then at myself....
Then back and forth.....
Till I couldn't tell.....
One apart from the other.....

But nyet.....
Nothing....
Zilch.....

I had no intellectual understanding of it.....it took years and years for that to unfold......!

It just was what was happening....

I never intellecualized it or analysed it....

Life kept playing on.....
Doing it's own thang....lol....

And yet.....I don't know....it kind of seeps right into the very marrow of one's DNA......so as to say....

And those words cannot even begin to grasp this.....

And all attempts to grasp fall away.....

It has been only in the last few years as I began to sing and share....

And the threads got pulled up from the tapestry.....

And all I could say....was

Oh.....oh.....oh.....

LOL.....

I'm still saying that.....
To this day......

Love.....

It was the ball of glue....
Holding the two....

Together.....

Apart.....

And in the dissolution.....
Then.....
There was not even one

Love was the bond.....
Between self and other.....

That it was bondage.....
Never even crossed my mind.....

The best part......
Of an imaginary separation.....

At it's peak....
Reaching a crescendo.....

Drowning me in it....
Burning up......

Leaving without a trace......
The catalyst itself.....
Burnt up.....

And no one left to say.....
Of this.....

Full or empty.....
Everything....
Or nothing at all.....

And from the ashes a great big golden bird emerged.....

Love.....

Intuited unicity.....

It was love that ripped me apart......
And love that brought me back......

Emptiness.....
Overflowing....

No lover....
No beloved....

Yet love....
Perfumed the air....

Nowhere could it be found....
And it was everywhere....

Who the lover....
Who the beloved...
I could no more tell....

A great aloneness arose....
And the song bird sang....
To itself....

A bul bul. ...
Oh my.....
Brilliant ruby red throated....

A duet of one. ...

Of the night love died. ...

And of how it never left home. ..

It's fragrance everywhere....

In the peals of the laughter of a child....
And in the tears of every heart break.......

In delightful joy.....
And teary the eyed face....

In a sublime silence....
And the cacophony of the market place....

Quiet one moment.....
And raucously boisterous the next.....

In every story....

In every song....

Not mine....

Not yours....

Un-owned....

Un-garbed....

And love sings of the night love died....

Like this....

Sprinkling stardust....
In your eyes....
And sunshine on your lips....