Tulpa

I feel you breathing tonight
my hands resting on my heart and below--
my belly rising and falling toward each exhalation,
each awakening of this sacred knowledge of love.

Each night you come quietly,
your body curves around mine,
gathers me in from the day
of wisdom or sorrow
like the flowers, brilliant blue
and the purest white,
from a mountain meadow.
You, always gentle and strong,
find this path to me so easily in the dark
of this aloneness. The stars or moon,
some cool breeze or distant song of a wood thrush,
let you follow my voice to this new place where
the love of a thousand lifetimes comes alive again.

Each embrace, each exotic kiss lingers in every ignited cell of my body.
I am awake and looking into your eyes,
our heads bowed to the heart of the eternal
and the purple flame where we are transformed
into the mystery of all that we cannot understand at this moment.

Patient lover. Generous lover.
Place your trembling hand on my breast
and feel the heat of this desire.
You honor me in this way
as we are woven together,
fire and water,
by the universal weaver.

You come invited to the tips of my fingers, the curve of my neck
and the small of my back. You come to feast on sweet citrus, warm
bread slathered with butter and honey, and to drink my wine.
You must remove my soiled sandals,
wash my small feet in cool water,
and stroke my humanness with your compassion.
It is a sacrifice we both know from our lessons--
the teachings and the tasks being asked of us.
It is our duty to draw up this impoverished world by the hand
and embrace her, offering her the enlightenment,
the bliss of unconditional love.