The Temple of Bliss

 If I glimpse your way

surfing on a delicate warm wave;

if your face is charged with sweet content

in a smile that flashed, in our eyes that clashed ‒

all that coming from you far away,

the aura of yours ‒ oh, how it tastes!

Is it addressed to me?

Or, is this just a joyful, illusory, visionary instance

in which I luxuriate?

I've been gathering bits of this

to build an inner temple of bliss.

What if it's just a dream ‒ would I endure?

What if it's real ‒ would I be born anew?

What does this indicate?

I'll be patient to learn one day...

The Temple of Bliss © Ladanseuse

Written on 8. 12. 2005