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.