The unsurpassable delight

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Have I not
touched
the freedom
of non-attachment?
Have I not
been spent
with ecstasy
from love unmade?
Has my languor
not been
sweetened by
your ageless perfume?
Haven't the
shadows
of my gloom
been irradiated by
the lustre of
your truth?
Haven't I
died
and risen
in the womb
of your
eternally unfolding mystery?
Why then
do I scrounge
in mindless desperation
for scraps of
fleeting relief
hoping
as only a fool would
that they will
somehow offer
the unsurpassable
delight
that is only ever found
in
you?

I walk in you

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I take a walk in you, enchanted by your forests of cedar through which the evening breeze wanders. Ah, what intoxication! Your perfume sweeps me into ecstasy, leaving me spent like a useless drop of sweat. Here I am, no good to anyone but you, lying as I do on the ground of your being.

Look, look at how the moons have assembled to pay you homage! Look at how you have stilled the cosmic storms with the lifting of your eyelids. Watch how star dust is stirred from their sleep to reshape as jewels upon your hair. Behold, all of life longs to please you. As I do.

I find it hard to believe and yet I have no reason to disbelieve.

No, my love, none at all.