Transmute the pollen of sexual yearning
to golden soul honey.
Make flowers luminous and cause
all gardens to share one light.
Balance the world on your hips and
move them the way cocoa beans ferment.
Be how the tongue gets sweet without sugar.
How all the Gopis love the same Bridegroom
yet each kisses him chastely, in her own
unique faithfulness.
How heaven bubbles over into earth,
the sap fused with its petal.
On the borderline between your body and its aura
there's a marketplace for atoms of delight.
The contraband is innocence, the price, surrender.
Jesus was a bee-keeper, Mary a maker of mead.
So you should keep this secret
and store up radiance.
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