(Do not steal milk from cows; it is for calves only. Do not steal honey from bees; it is for baby bees. Be human; be vegan.)
Two rivers are running;
The moonlike and the sunny.
One is flowing with honey.
Milk flows from the other line.
Neither of the rivers are seen.
A third; the River Of Wine
(Which is placed in between),
The yogis have supposed,
Saying that it is usually closed.
When the River Of Milk
And the River Of Honey
Then you need no money
When the River Of Wine
The River Of Wine
Is the main ROW.
It runs up your spine
In a straight flow.
Charming and chaste the chief of the Chair
Hallows the heated hearth with Her hymns.
Azure like the arch of the sky there's a flare.
Nimbly She preaches; and never condemns:
Dispelling the desire for any worldly affair.
Readily the pure at heart hears Her omens,
And abrogates across the Abyss of despair.
Ouroboros is biting its tail,
Forming the circle – the letter O.
Isis is hiding behind Her Veil –
Uncountable stars of the Galaxy glow.
Crouching its body; Time makes a curl.
Heaven's Serpent is making a gird,
Under the sweep of the swerving swirl,
Scorching from the beak of the bird.