Thursday, June 28, 2012

once a skirt chaser

always a skirt chaser

the poor substitute

for wanting to merge with all Others

are you beautiful?

are you wise?

the binds of ego and jealousy

make mock of our group matrimony

leave things of the earth to the earth

let heaven take its toll

both are illusions

both are veils to be torn

there is no differentiation

once you've merged with love and brought yourself home...

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