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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