A kiss leaves two behind,
the other is me when I have no fear.
Remembering and expecting split me from myself,
the present telescopes attention.
I am what I have always been,
the one Self is God as me.
Oneness bids me kneel at the altar of myself
because there is no I.
Oneness lies within,
urging love at first sight.
What is needs no cultivation,
God makes each a light to his world,
so that all decrease and one grows,
killing fear with singular vibration.
Intimacy bridges two shores
to live the oneness between,
God is the kiss
His Being my living.
-Thomas D. Stanks, Book of
Mystical Poetry, Volume 2, 1996