The Garden

Like night
Blooming jasmine
I flower
For the moon.

Like the water
Over boulders
I weep
And shed
My womb

Like hope
For my Beloved
I waver
In the wind

But here
In holy darkness
I know
That he exists

Like sugar
From the sunlight
The sap rises
Within.

Like serpent
In the garden
I show myself
To sin

Like wisdom
From the tree
I know
My innocence

Like fruit
From a flower
I ripen
Deep within.

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