I don't have a body
I am the body
I don't have a soul
I am the soul
I am the Ultimate Self
Of all the orifices of your flesh
Of all the hollows of your soul
I am the Secular Shiva Lingam
Who gives Sat Chid and Anandam
To all the openings of your bodies
Who fills up the vacuum of flesh to brim
Multiply me with the void of the body
What you get is the void
Divide me with the void of your body
And the void again is what you get
I m masculinity without manhood
I am the Purusha without Prakriti
I am Yama, Niyama, Aasan, Pranayaam, Pratyahaar
I am Dhyaan, Dhaarna and Samadhi
I am Dharma, Artha, Kaam and Moksha
I am Sat, Dwaapar, Treta and Kali
I am Brahman, Vaishya, Kshatriya
A menial servant of your orifices
A pleasurable Shudra
I am the Yogi
Who gratifies the hungers of your holes
Hence, treat me fondly
And I too will fondle you in all the right places
Allow me to penetrate
The depth of your soul
And get the first preview
Of the first and the last Freedom
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