Why travel to Mecca, Benares,
Jerusalem or
Rome?
Just make the haj
to your own heart.
Follow the still motion
of blossoming,
the golden swirl
of Allah's most intimate gaze,
Christ's healing gesture,
Shyama’s dance of inebriation.
One spiral of amazement pierces
the proton, Laniakea’s
superclustered
spine,
a frond of lavender frond,
this miracle of breathing
inward, outward.
Is there a solitary
infinitesimal dot
in all of space and time
that does not overflow
with the nectar
you thirst for?
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