White Wine & Divine Bovines

A surreal experience of love, Bliss, and the divine

Don’t leave; don’t abandon me in this forest

beneath the canopy of trees

Don’t let bird song cricket chirping river trickling

sound your leaving

Amidst smells I assume to be divine

i’ve come in contact with the divine

or no - no, not divine, bovine.

white and black bovine twixt green smoke

 or leaves

and golden dawn cooking its flesh

   destroying the cage of its soul as it looked apathetically at me

fall back head down rock hard

tripping, flimsy footsteps finding familiarity in unfamiliar terrain

    and pain ceases to factor; why think of privations of Bliss

when immersed in Bliss? -

Wait, don’t leave as leaves fall to ground

and golden light bids farewell, framing green world

in ataractic black

I love you, whoever you are: words whispered as wind winds

around, over, in between guardian trees of forest castle

Sounds of laughter; Yes, I love you, whoever you are

A shade a figure a figment a blade of grass

A cow god a gym owner a restaurant manager a teacher

A cat on a mat a glass of red-white wine

i don’t care; I love you, whoever you are

Falling in love with ideas easier than performing humanity

Communication sex emotion tainted

by CAPITALIST men with dogs as gods and womxn as slaves

Deforestation of Bliss with social norms and customs

and traditions

All random acts with significance superimposed

Reviews

[GwenLark]

Wonderful imagery, Siraaj. Great read