The Beloved Comes
The Beloved comes
when
the night has grown still
and
all other loves have departed.
I
must not search with my eyes
but rather feel with my body,
my
heart the most sensitive
to
the divine caress.
I
wait for a touch so light
it
would go unnoticed,
yet
placing no barrier
I
feel and absorb it completely
turning
ever-so-slightly
into
our union.
We
melt.
One
great Sea of Being.
No
longer separate,
I
am one with All.
Afterwards,
I sleep,
my
beloved slipping quietly away.
I
awaken to find myself deserted,
the
emptiness stark and horrifying
until
I remember
night
will come again.
