I AM THE GARDENER
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10-8-96I am the gardener
Come to plant pleasure
Inside of you.
Lovingly my fingers
Work your soil.
Making my furrows
With the tools of
My desire for you,
I plant my seeds
Most carefully.
I sew the seeds of passion
Deep within you.
All weeds of longing are removed.
They are plucked from you
Painlessly
As my tuminesence fills you.
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You open the gates for me
Wide!
And beg me enter ...
To plough the field,
To remove the ache,
To cause the flowers to bloom,
That their pistils rise up
Pointing, like love fingers,
To Heaven,
Crying out Holy Names
In their full blossoming.
They breathe out air.
Throats of love's splendor,
Singing once forbidden words
Now made indispensible for love
By love's passion,
Boiling with incredible heat,
Seeking the Universe
To fill them up
With the OM of ALL,
Flowing in, like eternal waters
Of complete satiation,
So that they do not again
Thirst or lack or wither.
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Close the gates
And lock the gardener within
So that he may,
Without distraction at all
Attend to his tasks,
Perform his work,
Among the lillies
That are YOU!
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