Unseeking Seeker Poet Lay

The pilgrim’s progress

Fear and desire are chains we wear,
until we become self-aware,
first of all inquiring, ‘who’m I?’,
which if not form, ego must die,
that with the false out of the way
and on making love our mainstay,
eye single, pheromones mingle
and we feel bliss rapture’s tingle,
at first a cascading wave form,
ushering currents cool and warm
but then over time, bliss beat’s chime,
assists us to heavenward climb.

We see there’s nothing to be done,
save breath by breath coming undone.

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