Lean your sweet neck and mouthOut of that dark nest where you hide,I will pour effulgence into your mind.
Sometimes I say to a poem,I don't have the strengthTo wring out another dropOf the sun.And the poem will oftenRespondBy climbing onto a barroom table:Then lifts its skirt, winks,Causing the whole sky...
Let's get looseWithCompassion,Let's drown in the deliciousAmbience ofLove.
Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere,Don't always agree it's real,Even with my feet upon itAnd the postman knowing my doorMy address is somewhere else.
The Earth would dieIf the sun stopped kissing her.
All your wounds from craving loveExist because of heroic deeds.
There areSo many positions of Love:Each curve on a branch,The thousand different waysYour eyes can embrace us,The infinite shapes yourMind can draw,The spring Orchestra of scents,The currents of light...
The heart is aThe thousand-stringed instrumentThat can only be tuned withLove.