It felt good to be in the garden of her heart,
In the grasses of her curls
And the sun of her smile --
For a moment
It felt good.
The Earth is my lover now
And mother as Lakshmi.
Brother can you spare a mind?
Vacuous, void, unpredictable Thatness --
It felt good.
Like a fountain in the sky,
Good and evil, it feels, just are.
Like a star, or an Iraqi scar.
The Inquisitor
Its ajar,
Time,
And we move the wheel.
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but where's the war and death??
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