When The Beloved sees the Beloved

A poem to music of when the architecture and illusion of a life is seen through. There is no path here now.No lantern swinging in the dark.No pilgrim counting beads of distance.No seeker leaning into tomorrow like a hungry ghost outside their own door.The sun has broken inward.The river once called “my life”has fallen upward into Radiance.Thoughts still appear like small birds crossing an infinite skybut none can build a nest in the Bright.Even sorrow arrives shining.I cannot tell you how this happened.Only that Love exhausted me.Love burned through every strategy, every spiritual posture, every holy performance of becoming.I tried to reach God until the reaching itself collapsed.And then, What remained was not “me” at all.Only This.A living Vastness without centre.A Silence brighter than stars.An intimacy before relationship.The mountains rise inside It.Worlds appear like breath on glass.Every face is made of the same Light.Every cry already dissolved in the Heart of the Bright.Even this body moves now like weather, unclenched, unowned, transparent.The old self survives only as an echo,a rumour repeated by memory.But Reality is awake before memory.Beloved is not elsewhere.Not hidden in heaven.Not locked in scripture.Not waiting at the end of discipline.The Divine has burst through the skin of things.And all existence is trembling with laughter.ListenThe wind through the trees is already a sermon.The stars are drunk with surrender.The whole universe is falling endlessly into a Love that has never been absent.The very  point when the Beloved sees the Beloved.#beyondillusion #shatteringofbelief #resonance #Truth #hungryghost #sun #moon #songsaboutlife #spirituality #spiritual #spiritualawakeningSupport the showThe ecstasy of the Divine