Vining Rose Whining Wild

[Guest guest]

Could I have been Bodhisattvatized

if I’d bit my lip about the burning ship

sailing to Valhalla?

 

Could I have been Ramana rip-tide roared to Bliss

if I’d just kiss and be Kissed by This As-If?

 

Can I, will I be able to endure this Gifted purge,

this Shiva’s Splurge upon my flesh and blood body?

 

Abiding in time,

space-tasting hourglass pain

with the Divine Mime’d

Artha-Veda Fire of arthritis

feeding

most ferociously

upon my beautiful bones,

I pass through here some nights, weary

tired and weak

and my woo yay goes way flat.

 

Dear Sacred Heart, tell me true,

“Why, why am I most afraid

of losing the ability

to take it?

 

To take this disease

day after day,

year after year,

it's tough even while knowing,

knowing the answer to the quest,

“Who Is The One fearlessly

and flawlessly enduring, embracing,

inventing so Ingeniously

this rich experience of being eaten,

virtually, alive?"

 

Jive-Turkey Jack-Around,

the Bull Elephant with huge nads we grasp,

garnered from the gonad-grabbing ghazal

that Hafiz held out as “the Gift,”

Given from the Giving One

Who wants to mirthfully kick

our asses around

in a very, veeerrrry small room . . .

 

Our untidy little mind.

 

I think I understand why he said

that everyone high-tails it out of town

when they hear that God’s

on His way, their way, their town,

to Play.

 

Oy Vey! Play?

 

Man oh man!

If He gets a Holy Hoof in,

He Plays It His Way.

Oh Love, waylay me.

 

Or not.

 

"Be just what you is

and not what you is not.

Folks what does this

is the happiest lot."

 

~Mr. Wizard the Magic Lizard

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

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