No Rumi Tonight!

There will be no Rumi reading tonight,
for I have drunk from the very lip,
Of the wine bottle itself,
Nothing in between…

I will never be the same…
When you boil it all down
and See the quintessence:
There is only ‘One Taste!’

Like the ‘wet’ness of water, in any of its forms,
Hard ice, or liquid water flowing, or vapors in the air;
They are all, each and every one, WET!  All three:  WET!
It is that quality of ‘wet’ness
You sense with One Taste Awareness!

Once your cup is truly empty, and
Your lips are open as the Wine comes ‘round,
You meet Spirit, face-to-face, nothing in between.                               
I bow to Prajnaparamita, Mother of all the Buddhas! 

So what El Loco? 

There is no right or wrong, nor good or bad,
No unworthiness, nor shame, nor anyone to blame.
There is Only Being, being Being, in everyone;
Yearning to be held,
Waiting to be seen.