Herbal tea at the end
of space and time:
there is nothing
sweeter than this
seamlessness.
Say: we are two
touched by One,
told to be,
eternally bound,
but - right now - timeless.
Tell me again
how it opens,
this chapter of praise
for the source of power:
the might of this mercy
which moves us pilgrims
on a path from It to It, by It,
where beginnings end
and all there is to do is
stop,
sip and listen with
every cell to this song,
freshly minted
in a Garden grown
around any frame of mind.