Tears of love;
the distilled essence of honeysuckles and lemons;
hemoglobin from the from the heart of existence;
attar of bitter herb;
nectar stomped,
by the bare feet of attachment,
from the blossoms and thorn of the rose of desire;
sap from the Tree of Life;
and the ink of Divine inspiration.
This is the ink of poetry;
this is natural medicine;
it passes through the spirit-mind barrier
to heal the soul's chemistry.
I, also, posted a copy of this in the journal Writing in Snow, located under the folder Awardicon Itmem, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snows.
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