My love for you is the way of dissolving,
taught by the pollen to the bee.
No blossom is required;
the fragrance has escaped its form.
I am your breath, I have entered your core.
It is you who must draw nearer now.
"How can I draw near?" you ask.
Become perfect, accept yourself just as you are.
This is what God does with a twig,
and that is how it buds.
This is what God does with a bud
and that is how it bursts.
Why do a mother's nipples flow with milk?
Because, in the thirst of her baby,
she sees her own divinity.
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