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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