A blissful lilt in the lotus pond
of my own heart ..
My secret muse .. my diva
sits quietly playing her lute.
Her music blends her missives into timelessness..
She paints images bathed in gold..
Somewhere beyond my heart..
In a timeless cycle of succulence.With every breath a cuckoo ..
submerges me with her songs..
My being inhales the aroma like a honey bee.
My being inhales the aroma like a honey bee.
And drunkenly surrenders at her feet.
Come my goddess
Let me gaze at you in unblemished light.
Manifest beyond the abstract.
Let me feel your tangible presence
beyond this pleasurable .. somber allusion.
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