I have
been given a
taste for what is beautiful.
Like milk running through my body,
the gates open. I wear a blue robe woven
of six directions with watercolor images flowing over
the cloth, a thousand kinds of flowers, yellow jasmine, wild
iris. Orchard corridors, handsome faces on the street,
I am composed of this beauty, the attar of
pressed plants, rose oil, resinous
balsam: live essence, I am
the intelligent juice
of flowers.
