Rootsie

Detachment does not look much different than attachment
To the unrefined eye.
The love poems still come. In fact they come more passionate.
They make greater claims. For with detachment from reptilian emotion,
Languorous crocodilian desire,
Arises the greater love, love beyond desire. Here is the heart’s true desire.
If ones only knew.
Love lifted out of matter, from grasping, from possession,
In essence is utterly possessed.
Romance, which in the realm of matter
Becomes obsession, torture,
In the realm of essence is free and glorious,
Romantic beyond imagination,
God and goddess dancing in the stars.
Only by letting go, often most painfully, of illusions one by one,
Can one possess truly what she desired all along:
The notes of the one sweetest song
And the silence between them,
An embrace that never ends.
The constant attentions of the Friend.