Ode to my Pen

Honey drips from her tongue

The tuneless, sweet song she called poem

Paradoxical, the bitter kiss we share

My shadow in her silhouette

Despair, this pair

Catalyst to rebirth... or alchemy

Ode to the half-truth divine who manifests yellow from gray

Recall a distant spring 

The life giving sustenance in solitude

My mocking reflection but a recollection of that great unblinking

Escape from thoughts of return

The great ceasing

Liberation?

She whispers they are one and the same

Dance of O'shun

Song of mouthless muse

Preaching through sensual motions that inspire rediscovery of beauty in all that has ever been

Self.

Ode to my Pen

Guru of Ego Death, teacher of love.