Where is the Love?

Where is the love?

Where is the wine?

Do I sit back

waiting for my vineyards to ripen,

cows to bellow,

flocks to lay,

cheese to curdle,

roses to bloom,

hay to harvest,

wood to split,

Ashes to sift?

Where is spiritual poem

that will flow into

all cups

and

spill over into

all walks of life?

How to make better questions

for the Lama Guru

Deity Mother of Wisdom Womb

Open fist of truth?