The experience of mystical oneness

is itself activism.

When “I” dissolve in the All,

torrents of divine love pour through me

into Creation

reaching every corner.

As the poet becomes the poem,

and the lover becomes the beloved,

so too does

the mystic become God

leavening the world with love.

Do you think me crazy?

Be God and get crazy, too.

When I close my eyes and sense

the silent interior,

I realize it’s not “me” in there, 

it’s God.