Light the fire.
This is now. Now is
all there is. Don't wait for Then;
strike the spark, light the fire.
Sit at the Beloved's table,feast with gusto, drink your fill
then dancethe way branchesof jasmine and cypressdance in a spring wind.The green earthis your cloth;tailor your robewith dignity and grace.
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