Mother Pours Forth
Mother pours forth from me
It is bliss at times, some time
Just commonplace being free.
But hearing Mother's bells chime.
I am so drunk with love divine
I can only ramble words on paper.
My sweet, I honor you with a rhyme.
Without you I am but a pauper.
Fire, FIRE, FIRE consuming me
Bursting forth from my spine
It is nothing you can see
And to explain it I must decline.
Bliss beyond sex and it is
So sublime, prior to the witness.
From "Poems and Ramblins of a God-intoxicated Yogi" by Jan Esmann
Mother pours forth from me
It is bliss at times, some time
Just commonplace being free.
But hearing Mother's bells chime.
I am so drunk with love divine
I can only ramble words on paper.
My sweet, I honor you with a rhyme.
Without you I am but a pauper.
Fire, FIRE, FIRE consuming me
Bursting forth from my spine
It is nothing you can see
And to explain it I must decline.
Bliss beyond sex and it is
So sublime, prior to the witness.
From "Poems and Ramblins of a God-intoxicated Yogi" by Jan Esmann