Venus rising from resplendent waves
Obscures the Sun. Love moves in a wave
Through us as if we were small flowers
Moving imperceptibly. Foam-born,
She dazzles our poor vision with so many
Subtle forms, confuses us with her
Alluring fragrance. We are drawn to death
By our beloved. What's the object of
Analysis and then its synthesis?
I see the lotus open like an eye
With sutras as it's sensuous petals.
Knowing now the emptiness of this,
Let us still love--though love is just a word
For harmony and beauty ever-present.
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