Ecstasy points beyond itself and whispers
with silky breath,
Do not grasp the electric white flame!
Let the flooding flow.
Let the whole body move
as the body loves to move:
the innocent arching, the hot swell
of blood, the sweet, silky blossoming.
And go deeper.
Ride the tiger into deep tenderness,
into the innocence of God.
Take a bath in clean ecstasy.
Open wide and drink in the essence of the other.
Feel their body tremble. Move with their movements.
Let the opening fully open. Dive in.
And go deeper. Pass beyond
the blinding White Light…
Nothing fully satisfies
THE GOSPEL OF THOMAS
Take off all your clothes
and sit nakedly
before the naked Presence of God.
Take off the clothes of self-blame,
the familiar habits of fear and shame.
Allow the fountain to erupt
from the deep core of your
Laugh in the sweet surge of it.
God laughs in you
as shadows whiff away
in this peace of pure fire;
this spill of Love’s river;
this clean breath of freedom
To be open and innocent in the pure emptiness
of an inner sky is more beautiful than
a world chock-full of things under an outer.