Secret Fire

Give me the Secret,

and I’ll tell you what secrets are

that lie in the heart of formless being,

deep in the heart of a darker knowing

yet are never told;

that we grow old with and fear to tell.

How can we know who we are?

Or what Love is, beyond passion,

beyond union of forms, rhythm or heat?

Beyond sweetness or ecstasy?

It’s Knowing!

Oh you who beguile

with dark eyes that consume me with fire!