Living Love

There is no time
There is no space
This place we occupy
does not exist
yet still we feel
and thus experience
this ecstasy

There is no you
There is no me
no individuality can be
here beyond all boundaries
where all is one
and just exists
in living bliss

There is no up
There is no down
We may be spinning
round and round
yet every move
is centered in
this love we feel
and so we spin

There is no east
There is no west
and north and south
have just confessed
their utter similarity
merging mist and ice
in this insanity

There is no happy
There is no sad
for joy abounds
in cloud-strewn beds
where you and I
make living love
and flow into eternity . . .


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