my love
i scribe for you wonders of consciousness
glorious wisdom of subtle splendor
deciphering all truths, and the fallacy of longing
i scribe for you epics of shamanic spiritual endeavor
i invoke upon paper with ink the ideals of buddha nature
love, messianic and christ like
i conjure kabbalistic angels and revel with them in heavenly ecstasy
i whirl as would a sufi, and ignite a new light
shadows of kali, blade bloody, still covered with fresh afterbirth
the life death, birth and burial
i pluck the fruit of gia and give it to you with glee
as i pray to god
you see not past my disguise
my illusion
my treacherous misrepresentation
my love,
there is no purity except in my desire for you
i know nothing of letting go
there is no nirvana
no ein sof
no great white pleroma of totality
that i am aware of in any way at all
as i am fixated in my gaze
upon your fleeting beauty of this moment
sure to pass