Neither coming nor going,
Ever the same,
Rendering the Expanse Vast,
Consuming the elements, sky and the rest,
And melting as heated wax
The heart that is stony, steely or wooden -
Into waters of Bliss!
Is it like sugarcane or candy,
Or sugar, or treacle, or honey,
Or juice of ripe, rich fruit
How it tastes?
Only those who have spiritually blossomed know.
Will the bud shed fragrance?
Will the virgin know the sweetness of sex love?
Will those unripe in spiritual understanding
Realize the sweetness of divine experience?