Drunk On Mother's Milk

RELAX
Shake off your humanity,
but only for a moment; --
so you can embrace it.

RELAX
We're all on fire.
Sit back and watch us burn.
Who can escape the inferno of Being?
Where would they go to?

Turn it off, go to bed, --
wake up; it's in your head.

My God is playing "hide & seek",
"chutes & ladders", with the vortex of self.

He is plucking the petals off of flowers,
musing, "He loves me, he loves me not."

And you,
who will not play, --
what is your part?

What role do you play?

Oh, my serious soul...
The world draws you into its depths,
and you Spring forth with greater mirth.

It's beauty enchants and draws you in;
it is not a thing to be contemplated.

Confess that you love the world!
There's another heartsick sucker
born every MOMENT.

No, the world cannot hold you,
but how can you shake off its drama?
And why would you? This shit is EPIC.
You love it. You know you love it.

'Physician, heal thyself.'

RELAX
And be in love with the world.

You cannot escape it,
and, even if you could,
you would throw yourself
back into its embrace.

My God, my Self,
how long have we been locked
in this turbulent romance?

How does one slake
the love that cannot be quenched?

My God, my World,
You break my heart,
yet, somehow, then
the love bursts forth.

"OH, THE HUMANITY!!"
Ha ha! What a lover! What a life!
(Now, go see another side.)

I am drunk on Mother's Milk,
but don't patronize me, Goddess.

Your peace cannot resolve
my infinite complexity; --
poets will be poets.

You cannot hold me to Your breast,
but, must release me to the world; --
to die, and die, and be reborn.

OH, MY SOUL!!

You can outlast everyone,
you stubborn son of a bitch,
but you can't outlast
The Everlasting.