that's the slippery slope of duality ~

in the congress of Love
only Loving is the Truth
and that's the Beauty of beholding
with a realEYEsed look that dares to see
that Truth like Beauty is relativity --

this is my body, this is my blood,
come unto me as children would
with eyes the heart has seared with fire,
overflowed as insanity on the sharp edge of desire
where the fool and saint are one and the same
as players in the play of this duality game --

promulgate your Truth as if a wave on the Sea
where waves all gather but disagree
yet often move from deepest blue
as if they were both me 'n you;
dive deep for the pearls and come up smiling with their gleam in your eyes then write a Poem while watching each drip of your pen bloom into a thousand flowers, again 'n again

the metaphor for surrendering deeply
body 'n soul, like Osiris 'n Isis or
Dionysus the horned hoofly God
with his flesh ravaged
and eaten by his drunken virgin savages --

drink deep his gift of blood, eat the flesh
of the King for the Love of Spring,
to rise again with Sol, in light for us all

ahhh, yes - such are these terms of endearment
made merry with sounds that alliterate 'n show
the tender moments Lovers know