I can compare you to a plain wooden box,
Worn by the years and the weather,
and left unnoticed, by me and others;
Until for a reason I cannot grasp I am compelled to open you.
Your radiance flies out
And is upon me.
I cry out and split open.

Is this how it is with saints?
A saint walks amongst us and we do not notice.
Only a few people lift the lid.

Remember what the spiritual teachers say:
Real life is within!

Do you exist inside me or outside?
This is a question I cannot answer.
My eyes are closed
and I know you approach.
You make no sound
but my arms open and they begin to tremble
with a love of caressing you.

There is a stream of loving thoughts that I swim inside
and I fall out of my sleep straight back into its current.
Sometimes my words flow fast and urgent and sometimes slower.
Only your kiss makes me silent.