She
is selfishly as promiscuous
As
she is passionate in love
Her
nights are like secret affairs
That
never stop before the dawn
It
snows every time
When
she breaks her heart into flakes
There
are times when
She
chooses a life of ascetic piousness
Covering
every inch of her spotless body
Like
clouds shroud the sky just before it rains
Oh!
she loves rain
When
it rains
She
lies down on the soil naked
Letting
her soul soar higher
Above
every baser desires
Leaving
her body to melt away into the earth
At
times she cries whole night
For
someone she knows would never return
She
adores her bed
Like
a garden she owns
She
loves God like an old hermit
Passionate
yet intensely composed
She
maintains a strange detachment
Of
a long-distance relationship with God
At
times she becomes radically rebellious
Like
a teenage girl who doesn’t understand
Why
she can’t go on a trip like everyone else
She
is full of contradictions
In
fact she exists in paradox
These
days I hear
She
sings songs of home-coming
While
she is losing her eyesight
