The White Jasmine Lord

I first flowers open, seasons begin ! : bloom before doom as always Rajasthani breeze sweet and scentful fanning out to the sunset : a caress ! across the ripeness of apricots curling trees winding downward foothills plunging downward slopes among the flowering marigold and hibiscus lushing aplenty vine has budded and the pomegranate is in flower finally : now, rejoice ! the scent of mandrakes and brambles – sprout after sprout the lotus shall bloom ! forests drown in seasonal swamping below the thunderous cloudbursts : beneath the leaden sky smiles proud the parent of this great outpouring : O white Jasmine Lord ! II all the while, i pray : let me go ! let me escape through the burning funnels : i am the exhaust of God ! i, whose rotting body is sodden with salt-water and set upon by crabs and electric eels, my blood is the saccharin which delights the truest of our beloved poets : and when i am lonely, o white Jasmine Lord, my soul deepens with you ! allow me loneliness from my demons, for i can not rid them : this is a challenge of a life-time, and a marvel beyond my understanding O white Jasmine Lord : fill my whole heart and make me plunge these deeper waters ! make me panic in the calm weathers make me flee the warmest embrace make me strip every last sackcloth make me stray in the wild desert let me do with life what the dog does to the other, when it sniffs the others' ass