__________by Siren
Self, I announce one fine day,
Got a little something I need to say:
Your state of constant desiring
Is the reason your fruitless conspiring
Has not manifested the love
For which you’ve been whining
Is that so? Self laughs,
Who died and left you my Soul,
All secrets in your grasp?
You and the Goddess got it like that?
We are One__________thus
I’m shedding light
Guiding you through this perennial night,
For desire has wrapped you tight
Its might
In you seeing what you can’t
Let alone knowing what you don’t
Else you’d realize,
The Goddess Word is your Divine Right
Well, isn’t that nice! scoffs Self,
What does a Soul know about desire?
You haven’t a body on fire
Silence the mind, thus calming the body
Have you forgot mind over physical chatter?
At our next midnight grip session
I’ll be sure to broach the matter
Maybe my body’ll cut me a concession
But at the last, I nearly lost my sanity:
Fingers bellyaching
Butt bucking
Mouth hungering
Thighs crying
Eyes pouting, a face never silk-screened
Heart painting in my every waking dream
How can you, Ms Soul, know precisely what I mean?
Besides, if I’m strugglin’ to shush my body,
What makes you think I can hush my mind?
Rise above thoughts; just leave them behind
You can think eternally and never think
The thoughts of the Divine
So why waste your time?
When the mind quits racing,
In the waiting Silence
Before thought again comes pacing
Speaks the voice of the Goddess
I’m thinkin’, Ms Soul, I’m just My Self in a world
That—-based on who I love--labels me odd
You think I’m good enough to bother the Madam God?
Aaaaaaah, I see, Self, your age-old problem
Your mind is steeped in thoughts of two powers—
The karmic belief
Snares to your feet—
One the power of good, the other evil
The only true devil to the world’s people
Now, Soul Sistah, who doesn’t know that quote?
Pennin’ it, Shakespeare went for broke
Frankly, what does it have to do with desire
and the fire it stokes?
As long as you, my spiritual refugee,
Hug a belief in good and evil
You’re in hiding, judging yourself
Unworthy of the Garden of Eden
Your “nakedness” who you desire
What, then, solely speaking, Ms Soul,
Is a body to do? Got any thoughts on how not to miss a kiss, remember an ache, or wish an embrace?
I’m down for anything, do tell and make haste
Tune your inner ear to peace
No more crying the blues
Hear the Goddess whisper the news:
In the realm of content being
Learn where IS, is
My Omniscient Soul, I’m a lil slow,
Just where is, IS?
Or should a Self be expected to know?
In Silence, dear Self,
The Infinite Madam Mother sweeps in
To remind us
There is neither good nor evil
Only The Goddess IS
And where She IS, is
Liberty
Dr. Soul, lend me your ear
I need some action verbs here
Remember the magic of three, Sweet Self,
No actions, no desires, no thoughts
With the realization of the Divine
Exit pain, lack, and limits
No gimmicks
‘Cuse me, Soul, did you see that?
Look, gotta go! That’s the end of our chat
With you, I’ll get back
The Goddess done manifested
Ya see, in those eyes, I be blessed
Thank the Divine Diva for me__________a n d
I’ll catch ya’ll in __________Silence
