Once
Petals on a thousand flowers
dreamed of melting
into supreme consciousness
and the bees came, picked them
and crashed them into delicious honey.
dream of something delightful,
it will happen.
your body is a tender stick
and your heart is fire
when they rub, there is
sweet burning.
what you need is not
structural change
nor a reform.
It is total transformation.
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