heading for the peak
you have arrived at the foothills
the sun's corona
the entrance to her apartment
it is not the map
that will carry you
but the journey
treading the path
up the mountainside
entering through her door
and you must continue
until you are burned up
divided out into molecules
atoms
until you touch her cheek
lift her veil
press your lips
mount the summit
in absence of Self
presence of bliss
the supreme kiss
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