Sutra 17

My beloved
Speaks to me
In the Laughter
Of strangers.
How our souls bloom
Soft petals
Through rosy masks
When we give ourselves
To the beloved
In laughter.
How we touch each other
In tender dark spaces
Where universes meet
In secret
Within the expanse;
And feet fleeting onward,
We flee one another’s
Secret spaces
Lest we forget ourselves
In our division
And join one another
In madness.

speak.

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