There was a Tantric light that consumed me and changed everything. Such a peaceful light, with the lightness of heaven and the fullness of eternity. And then, within one kalpa, we made love for fifteen thousand centuries. There was a visible silence throughout it all, to the extent that I dared not blink.
When the mother goddess returned, she had finished with the fires and was of a compassionate light. The night was always young as our new born danced like a star on fire. I could fathom his depth easily, but not yet his heights. In the mirror they were clear, but in his eyes there were more possibilities than potentials.
I blessed him, and he was blessed. I kissed him, and he smiled. I could not read his future, because he did not have a past. He was not a traveler this one, he was a destination. My mother asked me for his name, so I gave her the question, the only question she could not answer, and the only question she really needed answered.
As the end drew near, all my strengths returned. The only difference was that I was in love with a mysterious mountain that no one could name, much less climb or find.
At the top of the mountain, I found a new begining, a new life.
This new life, so wonderous, so profound, delivers gratitude to the grateful and love to the loving.
In the deepest sleep, Nirvana is Awake.