And be the love, lover and loved....

Would it be better if I were not the body? 

Devoid of the pain, 

I could be that bright flame,

And detached from the intense sorrow at the Centre. 

Not a tear, smile or calm - simmering in it all. 

Would I be lighter if I were not the word? 

Free of the baggage,

I could stop the mind from judgments 

And pause the constant swing between emotions. 

Not a meaning, a poem, a character - forever creating anew. 

Would I be aligned if I were not the movement? 

Beyond the constraints of the form 

I could let the energy flow unabashed 

And be beyond the control of time , in this moment.

Not boxed, caged, restricted- flying in the colours.

Would it be better if I were not the question?

Filled with acceptance 

I could simply burn in passion 

And become a traveler on the path of awareness.

And not a beginning, end, or nothing- a seeker full of light. 

Would it be better if I were not me?

Soaked in love 

I could embrace my own surrender 

And be the love, lover and loved.

Not the need , want, desire - just the energy of love. 

Without the distance between you and me 

Without the this and that of the two beings

Without that which makes the egos of a you and a me

Merging in the waves of bliss.