Love has two tongues.
One makes a river of you.
One a still pool.
One babbles,
one never moves away from itself.
This movement and rest is the way of Love.
Just as it is the way of lovers.
We all go looking to jump into the stream of each other.
This longing to taste otherness
keeps us moving like air in water.
A drink for ourselves
as we flow in the stream.
Then there is this still reflecting.
This quiescent non-abiding in motion.
The motionless pool
watches the moon's reflection in itself,
and love arrives there without traveling.
Two tongues entwined in the heart's oral play.
One lapping within the other,
just as the kisses of lovers.
Put your lips together and taste this sweetness.
It is both a touch and a presence in one.
It is your speaking with tongues
in the heart of a divine dialogue.
Be still and move on.
Feb 11, 2002 |
