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Between the two terminals of waste outlets -
for biologic display of life
placed the magic `organ` 
for symphony of reproductive joy
tuned up with thy tricks 0f hormone-flow
soaking all physical perceptual field
with overwhelming sensual joy
climbing unto an ultimate source 
the conciousness of soul.
Betwixt the terminals of body`s `waste out-lets`
thou placed the very ceter of reproductive joy
to enchant and trap all beings,insects to man 
to poetic immortality of material life
thus, -keeping up thy game 
forever alive!
\This physical craving,- unto our psychic soul!
this pilgrim- voyage of conscious physical form!!

Love! ;- reverse the word and read
`Evol` - the root of conscious growth
Ye know not what is `love`
if-in you- it has not evolved.
\Not sensual passion nor physical joy
nor one-ended desire to fulfil
is but psychic outgrowth of soul
to embrace, evolve or absorb and feel 
the unity of Existence
enclosing embracing one and all.
\Love blossoms when soul evolves
with expanding conscious-self.

Words? 
groups of letters 
gifts to `homosapiens`.
Letters?
running dots
with twists and turns
to design thoughts.
Thoughts?
patchy clouds of 
floating mind.
Mind?
the human hot plate
of receptive field
to cook to communicate
for some one to feel
good or bad -or
to lie dormant 
for future tale.

On such sultry days as these
it is better to keep awake
taking a reposing posture
from day to day.
If I woo sleep
weariness grows apace and
I dream dreams that are fatiguing.
\No longer in my dream
can I play the role of a prince
of fairy tales
nor spin a yarn of the winged horse.
What foul weather waylays me
behind the screen of dreams!
\I retreat,smeared all over with blood
ruthlessly smitten by nightmares.
Its better to sit up and recline
and put on semblence of being alive.

Don't give any name or form 
to your sublime passion 
or love
neither in words nor in spectrum-pigment-glow
nor even in vocal octave-swinging muse
let them float 
on your conscious vibrating plane
everywhere unto eternity.

Man , thou the last insignificant
dare not think, - you ever can
destroy the world in any way
except - yourself and -at the most.
\Your intelligence was a gift to you
(yet your worst tool - if abused).
With Contracted Consciousness,of course, can
reach your `Hell` and any time
By expanding it - the heaven is yours.
\Dinossaur came too; was replaced soon
beast & babboons,-all types of `apes`
made their ascent; were replaced by
the potential conscious `MAN` at last.
And if you can`t prove your worth 
or accept the Unitary (monistic) Existence
be ready -to be rplaced by
another `species` worthier than thee
with cleaner luminous Consciousness.