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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