Our being here

 

Our being here

Is a rain falling from the sky of

Splendor into a warm heart of the earth.

It needs nothing other than

Its own fullness.

here, each drop curves

Itself into poetry

and every glass of wine overflows

with endless joy.

let the autumn leaves

and the wind wrestle

until they fall down together

and vanish into bliss,

into the dust of longing.

let this innocent lovemaking

repeat itself a hundred times

a day!

 

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