There was no need to trust her, because it was a given.
Her heart was half surrendered, her being was totally surrendered.
We sat in a temple late at night and kissed deliciously.
Time had always stood still for us. There was no us.
She spoke with her master tenderly, even as I advised her to enter a deeper completion.
At the end of the evening, the moon shone the mysteries of the night.
I was prepared to dive into any river.
I was prepared for any leap, into any abyss.
At the source of I, all is eternally dissolving and dissolved...