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  • Ode to Pan

    Oh Pan,
    where art thou?
    frolicing in fecund meadows of lusty silken dreams
    bedding the womb of nubile nymph
    zazen meditation sets you aloft
    lotussoul surrounds you like a web of infinite pleasure

    This rawness
    it flows from goddess caves
    unbidden and exuberantly green
    tendrils of all that I am alive

    When I am in this moist, burgeoning
    subterannean brown earthy birth
    and without and within
    I am the ebb and tide of thermodynamic urges

    I have a jaguar soul
    nightshade hole
    full of the throes and penetration
    of this I am
    and green, glowing, throwing
    this heavy dewed violet monkey flower
    it is power
    this life
    where god and goddess unite

    Meet me there and we can share
    the infinite possibilities of intention
    let the love vibration echo through our souls
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