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Who Knows

We talked of many things

in our night together.

Of wonders created

and imagined,

forgetting which was which.

We talked of worlds within

worlds and others

beyond comprehension.

When we had drunk deeply

of the wine

you turned to me and said

“The night is young” and

handed me the jug of water.

‘The grand alchemy to turn this water into wine’

I thought and then realized your logic.

Let us not be so sober that we cannot participate

in play and let us not be too drunk to pass out before

Wisdom arrives.

The water was cool to the fire of the wine

and refreshed my mind for new explorations.

The caverns of the past and the peaks of the future-

all from the vantage point of this moment.

What journeys we could talk through-

our stories like lifetimes lived in moments,

the morals of which offered up for reflection and then

set down amongst the treasures that surround us.

And then the wine weaves its way in,

but I am mistaken for now

where there once was water in my hand

there is a jug of wine.

You smile as I realize the transformation that has taken place.

No liquid has changed its state,

but only my own awareness.

And so I drink deeply of this sacred water,

seeing it now as the fine vintage

that it is.

The mixture of sun and cloud,

of ice from the far mountains,

and rains from the Sea.

The river that ran overfull

and left her banks behind.

The minerals from deep wells,

the breath of ancients-

all distilled into this earthen jug.

I set it down and see that

I too am of this jug.

The water mixed with fire and wind,

its earthen container filled with empty space.

I stare into the fire.

Into its reflection in your eyes

or maybe that is the fire that was

there since you took your first breath.

Primordial Fire

reflected like a candle locked in mirrors.

Who knows if any of this is true

or on the path to truth?

I take another sip of water

and stop thinking of what the mind can chase forever

but what the heart already knows for certain.


About the Author

TayaTaya is a poet, an artist, a yogini, and mother. She strives to bring deep wisdom, ceremony and soulfulness into every aspect of daily life. She lives in Nevada City, Ca.View all posts by Taya →