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If a ripe pomegranate on a branch
doesn’t open its ruby mouth to the birds,
what else will it do?

Moonlight seduces you.
Sunlight feeds you.
What more would you want them to do?

Reason warns, “Forget union! Forget surrender.
The void is full of thorns.”

Love replies, “The thorn is in you, my friend.
Constantly sounding the alarm. You call that existence?
Pluck the thorn from your heart.
Let the garden bloom.”

Lovers drink dregs and brim with ecstasy.
Stone hearted men of reason seethe in denial.

Reason saw one market,
opened a shop, and started haggling.
Love saw many.

Reborn so many times,
I know that music.

I linked arms with death
and leapt into emptiness.

My mind second-guessed me,
chased me down,
tried to scare me out of surrender.

Why should I be afraid?
I give form to formless fear.
I write it’s every rant.

Once I lived in a prison of circumspection.
I thought I was being prudent and wise.
A prison. Why? What had I stolen?

Steeped in union, the heart remembers
a world beyond words.
Soul, send the news.

There’s one spirit in countless bodies,
one oil in countless almonds,
one meaning in countless words
uttered by countless tongues.

I don’t know that direction beyond direction.
And I don’t know you either, dear Beloved.
Loving, jovial, sulky, cruel –
You always keep me guessing.

We are drunk
but not on crushed grapes.
Whatever the mind guesses,
we are far from that.