Imagine an infant by mom's breast,
An adult at orgasm's rare crest,
Juvenile caught in jest,
One in grave and at rest,
A seeker lost in life's crucial quest.
The newborn be at her blissful best,
Sinking back, content, asleep on breast,
Flushed cheeks and buoying breath,
Adult at mini death,
All lost in nirvana's final nest!
An old man in his second childhood,
Flesh at rest, mind still in impish mood,
Searching spiritual truth,
Nostalgic of spent youth,
In touch with lost child in solitude!
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Reflections | 09.06.08 |
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