Post #274

I bow to the holy intercourse Of the cosmic male and female Parents of all that is, all who are So vested are they in their creation They they are it, and those who inhabit it And nothing too, being beyond Far, far, far beyond such things Gone, gone from being Gone, gone from doing Yet all that does be All that be doing They are entwined in all things, The great stars, nebulae and void Ornaments of the cosmos To the smallest particles Which are not really particles at all Not even waves Nor are the waves different than the sea Being totally empty, one with all Everything that is or ever was And always will be, unshackled from time By the razor of non-attachment An alchemy of completion Indistinguishable from emptiness In so many patterns, in so many guises They come together, having always been so Two primal forces, one being, emanations without count Two mouths speak but one word, expression without limit It cannot be said that they do not exist Yet neither do they exist as such They are beyond our petty semantics and conjecture Existence and non-existence they wear as we do clothes Casting off both raiments to be with one another Even duality and nonduality are adornments Of their adoration Their desire for one another is quenched In unquenchability, being not a desire at all But oneness