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Like rain-fed rivers of springtime sap rising
from root through tree trunk to crown,
your love runs through my veins.
My steely heart’s a flint. I strike
my chest and sparks, unending fire,
fly skyward. I see your love as lightning.
If you forget your name, here’s a hint.
Look clearly at this light your heart’s
emitting: it’s the radiance of God.
Come to the feast of love: we’re ready.
Pour the wine, drink deeply.
This wine: the tears we cry.
Is it dream, or vision, or ecstasy?
The wine becomes blood red.
Who can say whether we exist?
This world’s a jungle. The hungry lion
stalks us. Let’s proceed like hunters. If we
laugh at the phantom, it will run from us.
Some days, full of rapture, my heart rejoices.
Other days, ignorance chokes my voice,
shatters my thoughts, torches my songs of praise.
