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She pulled

Me into

The warmest embrace

And whispered:

“Let’s be friends, again.

For real this time.”

And so begins

A new adventure

With Aloneness.

What is the length

Of your love?

Wrap it twice

Around the

One that annoys

You most

And it reaches

To infinity.

Do not think on this.

Just start wrapping.

Walk onto the ocean’s chest
With your ears.
Step slowly, deeply.

Relax your other senses
Inside the pause
Between the rise and fall
Of its heartbeat.

Then let go.

Drop your heart
In the roaring invitation
To listen,
To see,
To feel,
The music of newness
In every wet.

Block the vision

Of the mind

To see Life as it is.

Rest the constructing hands

Of the ego

And touch

The raw materials

Of pure consciousness.

When I open

The hand of thought,

My mantra slips out

And I fall

Into the mind

Of endless peace.

Now, I have

No more hands

To hold onto anything with.

I can get used to

This empty-handedness.

I try to contain

Love’s ever-expanding fluidity

With my mind

And I could not hold it.

So, I apologize in advance

When it spills all over you.