Don't tell me what
enlightenment is.
Tell me how like a thief,
while others sleep,
you silently come to unlock
the cages of the mind.
How you release the feral breath
into its meadow, the sky.
Speak not of angels or Goddesses,
but dangerous lovers
who swim in the ocean
of the uncreated, deeper
inside you than a soul.
Speak of the ancient eye
of the shelter dog.
Speak of the fragrance
that spills from your bruises,
what seeps from the broken
pomegranate, your heart
oozing thousands of other hearts.
Tell how you keep one secret:
the taste on the tongue,
the musk of sweet syrup
containing the stars,
their crushed fermented light
that makes the darkness holy.
Have your lips touched
the rim of the cup?
Why do you need a grail?
You are the thirst,
and you are the wine.
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