Dancing with the Atoms

Heed the beat
of your heart;
do not go back to sleep!
The stars dance drunkenly,
fueled on desireless love.
Tonight the unknowable
teaches the unteachable.

Come with me
I will show you a secret --
look into the turbine
spinning, ever spinning.
As it turns it brings in steam;
as it turns it releases steam.
It never owns this stream.
All things stir in this mixture:
water changes
from visible to invisible
to visible again.
No one talks of death
or loss.

The turbine appears to be moving
yet it stays put,
not questing for water,
not dredging the ocean floor for steam.
The blades fan and flutter.
As you go closer to its center,
you grow dizzier with its turning
but at the very very center
there is such a spot
where the Ineffable dwells.
Here there is no turning;
here there is a silence
about which all else must revolve.
Here there is what
we are seeking.

When someone hears
your poem
and asks who wrote it,
point to them as an answer.
When someone grows confused
and searches for love,
offer a handful of air.
When someone becomes desperate and asks
"Where is God?"
hold their lips shut with yours.