Have you noticed life
is making love with you?
Are you now penetrated,
to the very deepest reach of your being,
by her breath?
Are you discovering that so-called
ordinary pleasures,
a taste,
a view,
the contact as you lean your head against a wall,
that all of these can be ecstasy beyond compare?
Tire soon, beloved, of the endlessly disappointing story
in which you wait for a special someone
to free you from the imagined separation
between yourself and the all.
You may indeed experience a temporary release from isolation
if and when you encounter another who also seeks the same,
but as long as you both believe yourself incomplete without the other,
you will lose again the sacred garden before long.
The hole inside that you have been so afraid of,
dearest one,
and taken as evidence that you need to be rescued by another,
this emptiness isn’t in fact something to fill,
but rather an open doorway to intimacy with the whole universe.
When you find out for yourself what is at the heart
of your loneliness,
rather than trying to seduce another to fill it
with the fantasy of a perfect embrace,
you’ll discover we’ve been in union
with the master lover
all along.
