A Barroom View of Love
I would not want all my words
To parade around this world
In pretty costumes,
So I will tell you something
Of the Barroom view of Love.
Love is grabbing hold of the Great Lion’s mane
And wrestling and rolling deep into Existence
While the Beloved gets rough
And begins to maul you alive.
True Love, my dear,
Is putting an ironclad grip upon
The soft, swollen balls
Of a Divine Rogue Elephant
And not having the good fortune to Die! — Hafiz
Categories: Merry Musings
I've been undergoing a radical emotional, physical and spiritual reformation. I'm constantly being repossessed by the Happy Spirit. It's sporadic enlightenment. It's a merry metamorphosis.
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