Hummingbird

A hummingbird in the temple garden
Wings, softly buzzing,
call me to awakening

No separation

When you laugh I feel joy
When you suffer I feel pain

Your spirit lights my soul
Your heart beats in my veins

Distance is gone
There’s no separation

Is this true love
or self-realization?

It is

It is

In the scent of a rose
and the odor of shit

In the gaze of love
and the venom of hatred

In the peace of the mountains
and the horror of war

In the miracle of birth
and the mystery of death

In the heart of a saint
and the mind of a lunatic

It is in me and in you

It is

Being