O Beloved, supernal and exquisitely omnipresent
O garden among the flames
Of so many dreamy lifetimes
I have sat at the table of my heart
Waiting for signs of your rapture
I have had a meal with other souls
To drink your water of timeless love
I have talked to the spirits of all the worlds
Only to hear your laugh in their strange mouths
O Beloved, we who profess the religion of love
Follow you, without any material care
My heart can take on any form because of you:
A meadow of gazelles, a cloister for monks
The idols and sacred grounds have been left behind
For a future whose caravan path only you know
O Ocean without a shore
O Morning Light without darkness
I have had hid myself from you for too long
In the guise of a scholar, in the suffering of a peasant
Thou art a unity sphere with no precise locality.
Wuji Seshat 
Exquisite!
I’m glad you liked it Kate, thanks for the comment!