In everything that exists
The universe manifests its will.
It whispers through the stillness of the night—
the moment when you are at most ease
(probably from a post-orgasmic bliss).
During that particular point in free flowing time
Your heart is calm and it beats peace.
Listen to the overflow
of the ocean that is your soul.
Watch how waves are parted,
water will be turned into wine,
and you will get served.
Be mildly drunk. You will make love
With yourself
Who you have thirsted for so long
Who you have left in the desert to die
In pursuit of another.
You will taste bitterness
aged by experience
matured by years of longing
And you will find it sweet.
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