The Mistress of Mysteries
The mistress of mysteries
knocked on my door.
I opened the door and
there is no door,
Only opening.
I opened my eyes and there
are no eyes,
Only seeing.
I opened my mouth, but
there are no words,
Only being.
The mistress of mysteries
stands before me now:
Shining sun in cloud of
unknowing,
Distant thunder in sweet
rain.
We meet:
Shivering, quivering,
the moment holds its breath.
She speaks: "You."
I answer: "Yes."
And all coming and going
turn into one sweet caress.
25 augusti 2006
