One at Last

One at Last
 The lioness is prepared,responding to asentient urge,beyond good an evil;I’m the agile, spotteddeer drinkingwater, listening to you,at one withmy own heart,graciously breaking loosefrom the pack, keenlyfollowedby the sharpnessof your senses;they give me no respite.

In my unconsciouspatterns of fear,I jump at once feeling yourcontractedhopes and joys asever before.I run for dear life,quick and supple withinthe most transparent, pure andsimple universal affinity,for I was lost, andI’ve been found at last.


 My dreams have becomeone and focused;I just think of you, now thatthe pack has dispersedforeverin all directions,like a flock of birdstaking flight.Your hearing is set onmy breath,which excites you.Fleeing is no use, for weare one, however,resonatingin the same sweatof the night, now thatthe stars are falling,and the moon hides fast,impersonal, as the breeze.But my struggleshave been in vain, andyou soon catch up to me;we are not anymorewithin the circlewe used to call freedom.
 


 During the endof this ocean of desperation,the whole universeis sharply integrated, withouta remaining façade:finally at peace withall life, with all death.Bleeding through every poreso you’ll be happy,still and inertto myself and the world,I now rest contentwithin your trembling arms.