Confluence

And so in confluence,
a new form of time emerges,
expanding laterally,
embracing phenomena not hitherto linked,
creating questions, melodies
hitherto perhaps dreamed embrace

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Finding (what is called) oneself in the swirl of confluence

Shores unclear

Finding (what is called) fallen in love

Thus truly finding (what is called) oneself :

The world swirling round reveals in its intensity uninterrupted ,
its truthfulness,

The Yogini's Embrace,

That death itself
is temporary, adventitious, false.

Gratitude/ Aurora Borealis

Confluence, scent,
sudden discovery, small exchange -
All expanding the meaning of words

Love surpassing lovers
sounds, worlds.

Space glowing

oh

Gathering

Weaving and being woven
In the dazzling intensity of affinity

Who or what is being born so brightly?

As fluids, vaporized by distance
Pulse and magnetize each other,
So cross the warm skin of the night sky
As shimmering gold and silver clouds
In which a pearl moon throbs and dances

On the edge of a day, a life, a morning to be re-born.

Weaving and Un-weaving

Is there any perspective in which these ever can be separate?

Oh.

There is no answer.


There is only heart

And heart beat

Inseparable

Everlastingly

Destiny Manifest

How did you come to find me?
How did I come to find you?
How did impulsive calls and uncertain responses,
anxious consultations with this screen
set up the field of resonance
that has now engulfed us both?
And others too.

To speak of an external agency would seem a book-keeping convenience,
a false accounting
to disguise the immensity of unknowable, ungraspable powers
which, devoid of origin,
operate ceaselessly with no reference point
even of their own,

And moving in supreme indifference,
like the winds that move unceasingly through silent space,
produce the momentary universes of stars,
mountains, turbulent seas,
clouds, may-flies, dust, cities, selves

To which luminous, omnivorous, all consuming splendour
we can but bow down,
humbly, proudly, ardently,
as true love takes us.