Bliss is Real
by
Jennifer Angelina Petro
The forest of Tulsi,
where Krishna danced
with the gopis, is still there
opening to a hundred roads.
What does it matter—iron age,
silver age, bronze, or golden?
We’re all dressed like Radha.
The inaccessible one shakes
off the world. Bliss is real.
The bed of the one without a second
is waiting for you.