Home-coming

Says the Self to the Self:

I have stood before the mirror of time

searching into the well of my eyes

for the question without answer

that only asks of itself,

the quest for freedom;

but when I met You

I realised I can only love my Beloved

as the Cosmos dances its veiled figures

into being forevermore: intimations

of immortality in every physical form.

Ripples of eternity come clashing

into the wave of becoming

and sometimes, inexplicably, 

the fire of Love gets sparked.

Sometimes, when it is sweet or painful

to be alive, the hands of the Universe

weave blue, purple, gold, red threads 

into a magic grid before my eyes.

Then, I dive deep into the Heart

and in the music of Silence the Lover

and the Beloved become One.