When I was a young man,
I ventured to the grain
shaped cave of heavens door.
There the lotus flower
of desire became the grotto
of the white tigers cavern.
Nestled in this hidden pocket,
I found the gift of life,
a sea shell that held a red pearl.
Its priceless treasure house was
the antechamber to a tender trap.
We all are consumed by our minds myth,
however, where the two rivers meet,
where flows a dripping delta, exists
a golden doorway to an everlasting
seat of pleasure, a blessing
from the god’s temple of love.
Ah, the exquisite joy, the elation,
the wonder to roam this golden furrow.
To pleasure in its mystery, ancient,
the inner terrace to existence.
Some of you will know of what
I speak, others will only read,
uncomprehending, oblivious to this
jade gate, this tunnel to tomorrow,
this giver of life, this creator,
this succulent apricot goddess, this
female crucible to the door of creation.
You have but to love and it will be opened.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour