“The lame leap like a deer, and the mute tongue shouts for joy. Water gushes forth in the wilderness and streams in the desert.”
“To live in the world and yet to keep above the world is like walking on the water.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
you have made my body a place of worship
an unfenced pasture where creeks stream together in a confluence
My heart is a drum beat for singing your name
and you are its drummer.
Your voice is released in waves and I go walking on its water
bones becoming light under the skin
the hollowness inside them filled with laughing gas.
There is no one above me now, no one below
You tell me I hear your voice when I listen well to my own.
I am listening now. I am listening.
“I came because you waited all your life for me.”
Now everywhere I look I see your face as fire
and its green radiance.
You tell me
“The falling bird remembers how to fly.
The heart works well, once it has been broken.”
Now the ground opens under my feet. I find myself suddenly in air!
you take me to the limits of the sky
where there is nothing left to leave behind.
Out where there are no names and no in coming breath
is the dome of a sky
black as polished obsidian and full of stars.
This sky seems infinite in all directions but is not.
What seems to be an endless sky is only the pupil
of your right eye.