A Single Kiss

You enter the garden alone and shut the gate behind you. You walk swiftly across the lawn to a tree-shaded place where your favorite bush of white flowers grows apart from other bushes. It feels no fear with your arrival because you are a woman who writes poems and thus cherishes everything touched by the sun, cleansed by rain, and raised to higher awareness nightly by moonbeams... You bend low and place the whisper of a kiss on a single petal, and it awakens the latent heart of the flower. You see nothing happening, but inside your single kiss releases every flower from sleep, and tendrils of desire shoot through the veins and branches of the bush. Every flower is tense with borrowed yellow energy of the sun and seeks to express itself in waves of fragrance, like the flow of honeyed words from the mouth of an inspired Sufi poet. You settle on a blanket beneath an elm tree, and open your journal to a blank page soon to be filled with your summer thoughts. The sun from its lordly summit of power sends rays which cause a surge of fragrance from the petals which mingles with your native fragrance, and both rise into the ambient air and spread across the garden. And nothing wicked or mean can withstand the goodness of this amplified air. All evil is dispelled by its greater power. You and all living things breathe deeply this pure air. Hours later, after you have left the garden, closing the gate behind you, the exhausted sun surrenders its fires to the coming night, Moon beams descend and restore the white flowers to their vegetative life. The petals curl into slumber once again, dreaming of you and how you summoned them to a vivid life with the grace of... A S I N G L E K I S S