O Beloved,
you dress yourself up,
in purity and goodness,
but a good person,
or a bad person,
are still just empty roles an I plays.
Take off your costume,
my blushing bride, and
accept this gift of love,
from noone to noone –
a transmission of love from,
naked space to naked space.
A mystic union of the undivided
that will echo like a thunder-clap
as dharma throughout all realms and times.
Let these two body logs burn in a fire of Oneness.
Let this ceremony bless consciousness in all its forms, all its times, everywhere!
Swaha!