The Beloved came, smiling.
Guiding my hand to Her lotus
She stirred my river into motion,
bursting forth a healing smile, this poem.
Ever since I became a happy man
I fell in love with my sorrows.
Whenever they come
I bow to their presence
and offer them the seat of my heart.
Each precious tear I shed
I gather in the soil of my garden.
roses blossom and fill my heart.
In the sour evening the Beloved came.
Smiling, She pressed a thorn into my angry heart.
the peaceful silence of stars.
At the centre of our heart a soft flame burns.
and fearing a breath might put it out
we fold ourselves on ourselves,
keep it hidden, safe and sound.
Ah, but were we for once, just for once
to open up, invite all the world inside,
and sip a taste of its bitter sweet wine!
We would then discover that love is the wind
at which all-encompassing-touch
our heart-flame bursts and ignites,
that the harder it blows
the deeper the burning roots descend
until they permeate our whole heart,
becoming a sun living right inside our chest
and shining out into the world
the healing light we are.
You opened your eyes
And warmth flushed through my veins;
You open your eyes
And dawn, a warm sigh of light
Surges through my heart.
I gathered myself in the flower’s heart
A dewdrop sipping her fragrant essence.
A lover came at the hour of dawn,
Plucked and rubbed me on the face of heaven.
In your palm I became a flower
shivering in happiness
as the dewdrops from your eyes
rolled down across my skin,
soaking into their purity
the fragrance of my heart,
rounding in their clarity
the ripeness of my visions.