The rose of berwick

Gods and goddesses emerge from the stars to play in emptiness’ fields, at not-thing

In us, act themselves out, show Mind to emptiness, embody her nothing,

Hydra, emerging on wave, tongue coiled, cannot touch my feeling

My body, Beauty incarnate, as Love laughs, heads fall to the ground,

Again, today emerges in feeling, slayer of hydras – not responding – to play