There is a silence between births
When the heart becomes a sacred flame
And the belly uncoils
Which reminds me
Of how remarkable it is
To awake beside you another day
Between deaths we met
Between breaths
In that stillness which
Has joined us ever since
In that first breath
We entered each other
Never exhaled
And danced unnoticed
Through the void
There is a path in the woods
Which opens into a green clearing
There are bears and lions there
And pools cradled in the rocks
Where we go for a cool drink
From the divine fountain of life
Every once in a while
Stiller than air
And old Boreas whispers
You are the bride and groom of the beloved
The sacred everywhere we turn
And turn again
An intermingling of our senses
Which reveals ourselves in each other
At the far end of perception
Where the mind becomes the heart
And form dissolves so generously
It offers entrance to the mystery
When you are consumed
By the beloved
You are wed again
With nothing left to do
But be there for each other
Here in each other
At this wedding there is nowhere to stand
Where you are not beside me
Where you do not accompany me
Within
Taken from "Embracing the Beloved" by [the late] Stephen and Ondrea Levine.