Under the breast of the blue sky
Flower petals in full bloom
The river is overflowing
I stick my face in its blossom
Face drenched in water
Who has been here I wonder
Does it matter
In the moment of moment’s deed
Two souls one body
Red colored moon
Blue flavored bubblegum
She winces so tenderly
I made her come near
The past is with its flesh
The present is all that’s left
Emptiness of form
The five aggregates are empty
Sensations, perception, formation and mind
In emptiness and in flesh
Rubbing against one another
Meaninglessly
Ravishing in the blind
Senselessly
Floating in the consciousness cloud
The river runs through it
Thousand petals perfect bloom
I smelled her perfume.

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