My heart is shaped like a flawless lotus,
a forgotten dream, a confusing illusion
that unfolds in the leaves of the trees,
or a flower that I cannot recognize.
My heart is shaped like a terrible prayer,
a welcome sneeze, a symmetric pattern
revolving discernibly in the heavens,
or a false form that I cannot understand.
But I have no way to see the shapeless
truth of my own being, no way to feel
the perfection in an obscured blossom.
Thus love reminds me that you are inside
my self, dressed in many different guises,
shaped like a goddess that is dancing.
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