“Your mind cannot know me.
You are beginning to get the sense of this.
It is only in the senses that you can know me.
Your senses are the very thread that carry the birthright to your lineage.”
I can’t wait till the day ends
And the men leave their work.
Those naked ladies are waiting for me to join them in the garden!
They know I am one of them
Why else would they have called to me yesterday?
They are standing tall and naked,
holding the fullness of their blossoming,
for the sheer pleasure of it.
I sense it, too.
a giddy delight in the naturalness of this flowering
awakens in me.