There is a drum beating in my heart, conch shells blowing in my veins, an invisible flute pouring liquid notes into the roof of my skull.
The sleeping Goddess awakens and dances in waves of cold fire up my spine, seeking her Lord.
The Music-maker plays hide and seek amidst the million-petalled lotuses of light, awaiting his bride.
How lucky I am to have been invited to this wedding feast!
The elephant-headed son welcomes me at the doorway with a fountain of blue radiance.
They meet, Lord and Lady, and merge in the Fire-flower that blossoms at the top of my head.
Ahhhh! how their love-making turns this clay into Paradise!
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