Let's Hold Hands And Run To The Mind Of God Poem by Chuy Amante

together a pair,
lovingly balanced,
runs exuberantly
toward the sublime

where mind and hearts
share tea and a bran muffin
exploring space
the part that is not

when the mind is full
he pushes us
toward the heart.
She opens up and takes us in,
passionately, warming
our souls begin to congeal,
and then melt
we drip all over each other
and are a blob on the floor
evaporating upward
moving peacefully
to full rest

mind and heart
satisfied
with what is
in the heavens
of our thinking
and feeling
self.
Only we can
experience all
that is out there
and all that is in here.
Aligned with all,
flowing light
shining outward
a lighthouse
of oneness
resting
no
resistance