Listen to the voice of the unborn

How can I speak of you and I
in a place of non-duality?
Listen to the heart singing,
it has no sense of division.
Listen to the voice of the unborn,
a koan calling out reality from
the imaginary world of forms.

Listen to what the tree says,
how the flowers speak,
what the clouds whisper to each other.
Listen to the voice of the unborn and
undying, pulsing with each heartbeat,
a koan calling out reality from
the imaginary world of forms.

A single teardrop courses down my cheek
and I will not wipe it away
though my hand itches to do so.
This is the voice of the unborn,
this is how the heart speaks.
In this realm the dance of you and I
melts into one, with no separation between.

© 27 Feb 2014