Sutra (In Praise of a Union)
I am the carafe to carry your milk,
mingled with the honey of my Existence
All that is living springs forth in joyous splendor,
a union of lovers Divine.
Come forward and fill my cistern
with the waters of Ecstasy until I'm left to overflow
with praise of such a gift as your Love,
a union of souls entwined.
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