With the joke of love between his jaws An apple and a fork In the popular verbena For the drooling liquor. A sinuous and decked out lady Between its convolutions it carries its serpent A fumarole after the passage of its greatest tragedy The pretended ones of others and the hangings that she does not wear Finally The detours of our hearts The landscapes and the green meadows The dark thirst that drives us Dictating the one that calls us fire and entails The soul that doesn't even remain That is clouded And it is seasoned The body that flourishes and is blamed Degraded, clouded or sublimated neighbor love And the skin, the surface that enraptures us with shadows Smooth bodies and sounds of citrus rivers and sweet songs And something that commands us from another ancestor that disables us or drives us And beyond all the omniscient Until Samsara The senses The fire of greed Hatred and ignorance The rooster, the pig and the snake are annulled Knotted by the compound Atma For this kaleidoscope to disillusion Divert to the narrow and alien corridor of the nobility In the eightfold way of the spiral hall Artifice and fountain in the intangible Palaces of Brama Spraying the Asavas of desire Levity to rise in austerity and detachment And the final dissolution in the, Nirvana of Enlightenment The extinction of the flame, At the first bite of the suckling pig..
128 THE DISCIPLE, ICTION
Choking on his already tired running love is nailed feet wallowing in the guts Delirious fleeing already parched
