upanishad

The sound of one hand clapping
The shifting of five
veils in restless sleep
A chant to the beat
of a single heart:
Focus on the white, white
wall, the third eye;
I move through the world
wide open. 

I wake and stand
exposed, transparent to
pink morning light,
a glowing core
stepping past the veils
tangled at my feet. 

Twenty-four hours and I
Come up like Lazarus,
Carried on the back of
Your breath, so pure
You cannot feel me, cannot
Feel me within you.
I am so new: 

This is my  heart,
beating with yours.
These are our hands, on a
blade of grass, cutting
through water, holding
on for love, for safety, touching
fingers to
the mouth of God.

Twenty-four hours, then
Walking in light
Shining, unfurling
across the sky; I
am with you all,
yet far, far from
this world already: 

my smile never even had the chance to reach you.