Green sand

Green sand
fondles my feet.
The dry cool wind
enters my nostrils
roams my body inasinglesheetofwind
It fills and plays in this body-shaped tunnel,
I rejoice and belight in the pleasures
enlivened by the divine friction
freely shared by Self from Self to Self for Self
in perennial flow of Love.

Smoothness of vessel
Smoothness of Flow.

Clear the vessel
of
pebbles and shards
bubbles and cracks
tensions and strife
for then Love flows smooth
and Self rejoices in Being.