There is a way between voice and presence

Last night you left me and sleptyour own deep sleep. Tonight you turnand turn. I say,‘You and I will be togethertill the universe dissolves.’You mumble back things you thought ofwhen you were drunk.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. This drunkenness began in some other tavern.When I get back around to that place,I’ll…

This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;At first instance, to break away from breath –first step, to renounce feet;To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen I said,‘Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,‘On gazing beyond the range of the eye,on running…

On the day I die, when I’m beingcarried toward the grave, don’t weep.Don’t say, ‘He’s gone! He’s gone!’Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets and the moon sets,but they’re not gone. Deathis a coming together.The tomb looks like a prison,but it’s really releaseinto Union.The human seed goes down in the groundlike a…

I swear, since seeing Your face,the whole world is fraud and fantasyThe garden is bewildered as to what is leafor blossom. The distracted birdscan’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare. A house of love with no limits,a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.