Living in a cave,
How long does
It take
To forget the smoldering
Glory
Of the sun?
A world apart,
No silver shimmering of moon,
The tender nuzzling caress
Of the wind
No longer gracing the
Fine hair of your
Lips.
O the will it takes
To completely forget
The pleasure of being
In love.
But the ascetics
Hermits
And kogi’s know the sacred
Mysterious secrets of being
Trapped
In the prison
Of the goddess.
The effect of the pressure
And inescapable heat
On an impure
Heart.
Eons of suffering
And denial,
However unnecessary,
Pay dividends so precious
Your desiring
Cannot
Imagine.
I see my train coming.
Farewell.