Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
~ Aristotle
Give me not translations
of what all the mystics sought
creation forgotten
creator only felt
attention turned inward
in love with the Beloved alone
don’t call it God
call it supreme nature
that everyone possesses
that can possess everyone
if they only knew
how to surrender to its
sum of perfection
to its righteous unity
give me not translations
of what the rishi or the saint
might have thought they had
creation found
creator born anew
o tender burn!
o burning caress!
that renders all debts paid
that makes karma holy
and time sacred
amen, whose splendor
is for living fire
warm and to enlighten
playful, to win my love!
Wuji Seshat 