Taste Silence

Life is
continually
weeding
the garden
of individuality
 
Consumed
in reverence
of the exquisite
exactness
of divine
perfection
 
She dances
with prowess
as Everything
Dying into
the freedom
of true living
 
I love you
She says
Planting the words
on this tongue
Echoing her
heart song
from these lips
 
I am you
She says
Every breath
Every move
Every sound
Every feeling
The world of play
appearing
as a perpetual
dance of
surrender
Being
reabsorbed
 
Bowing into
what is
without a prayer
Emptiness
inhabited
only by its own
knowing
 
Be filled
wholly
with
the Love
that you are
Disappear
into your Self
Taste
Silence
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