Friday, July 24, 2015

Fred LaMotte - Invitation to the wedding



On your lips the name of Krishna
means that emptiness
has kissed the color blue.

Yet they are one, not two.
The cloudless sky is only
an invitation to the wedding.

Inside the vacuum of space
is a bridal chamber,
a vortex of melodies,

a hollow flute,
a rainbow of silence
to flavor your breath.

Let your eyes gaze into themselves
and cultivate a garden
in your chest,

a golden rose
proportionate
to your desire.

The sword of the sun is sheathed
in the new moon,
brilliance hidden completely

in darkness.
Those who move beyond this world
of name and form

come back with light in their faces.
This is the true giving
of the rich to the poor.









 


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