Oh! Lush Oceanic Sweetness!
Take me unto heights unrealized
Through any normal man's dream
With wet lips my love tickles the tops of your infinite feet
"Yes!" My teary eyed lips scream
At least, so it seems,
Is some kind of pillow sewed without seams
A feathery cushion upon which this body takes a seat"
No end in sight,
Nothing is pregnant with all, for you and me
And nothing is all, and this Truths, simply,
Is all there shall ever be.
Again, to emphasize the message to these senseless attempts at poetic meanderings, be unconditioned. It is only by going past our conditioning that a new world can manifest. To create the new, we must die to the old. Its really that simple. Sophia is both Mother and Fate. Thus a woman's vagina both births and swallows. Man emerges from woman head first and returns likewise. It is only by dying to what we think is that the potential of a new life can become.