I’ve been listening
To the breath inside the breath
Of time, can you hear it?
It’s a question that doesn’t answer answers
It’s a love that doesn’t want marriage
And a craving for divinity
That no doctrine or philosophy can quench
It’s the poetry beyond what has been said
The ocean that merges into a drop
The drop that is the totality
Of love witnessing the universe
I’ve been watching
For a lifetime of looking and identity
Until identity has become new
I am a hole in the flute of the comic flute
When all has become glorious music.