The sky and the earth are drinking from the same silver cup tonight. Do you see it? The moon has spilled its wine across the threshold, and the dust of the world has turned to pearls.
Why do you cling to the name “man” or “woman”?

Tonight, the Moon has reached down and plucked the heavy cloak of “self” from my shoulders. I am no longer a prisoner of skin and bone; I am the shimmer on the water, the breath that has escaped the flute.

The Great Unlearning
The mind whispers of tomorrow and yesterday, of worries and weights—but the Moon says, “Hush.” In this luminous tavern, the only currency is silence. I have forgotten the language of humans. I have unlearned the alphabet of grief.

The Cosmic Dance
Do not look for me in the marketplace of identities.
The Beloved has dissolved the boundary between the soil and the stars. I am the silver exchange; I am the light that pours through the window and the window itself.
I am not this body, nor this fleeting breath.
I am the secret dance of the atoms,
A guest at the feast of the Infinite,
Drunk on a light that has no name.

©️ Beatriz Esmer