The Friend is always here
Just now… in this moment
I open to Her
The Presence spills out
Filled with butter-honey
Endless humor
And a warm wind here in the chest
I smile for no reason
I lie when I talk like this
The Friend… Presence… Her
All the same!
Not different from the Vastness
But what am I to say?
Until you are touched by the Beloved
You won’t understand
This love affair