Fire of Wisdom

The Mind aroused when God of love shot it with a fragrant arrow.
Lost in the garden of spring it wandered  in search of its consort.
Overruled by passion, the naked mind hugged the desires with lust.
Flowed through the nerves the nectar churned out from the mad sea of love.
Leaving its abode, mind became one with its consort;the object o pleasure.
Awakened then the third eye spitting the angry fire of knowledge.
Burned into ashes the passion of lust and knots of attachment.
The furious storm of wisdom took back the mind to its abode.
All it became silent again;peaceful, where there is no wave but only ocean.