heartsong.

language is limited
and words mean nothing
other than pointing to
something.
why take them seriously?
this bursting of joy
is not a mental phenomena.
it is heartsong.
a beginning-less, endless flowing river.
Earthdance-skyroar for no particular
reason other than the wild
ecstasy of being.
This drunkenness, my friend, is the
meeting of light and the one
that is illuminated in the light
and both are not separate entities.
the kisser and the kissed,
the container and the contained
are one.