The Meeting

by Gunter Saure

When the one who is awake Meets the one who is alive Then What stands always already unmoved Joins the ever moving flow of life What forever remains untouched Touches the heart of a single man What never can truly be spoken Is expressed without any doubt It is a tacit embrace A marriage, where two become one Like a hand sliding into a glove A happening, that cannot be done A graceful unfolding No trace of holding A peaceful returning An end to all yearning A presence of Being Awake and alive