Your actions mean nothing, the sex and war that you do.
You’re holding part of your pants and prancing around.
Dun-da-dun, dun-da-dun.

Don’t wait until you die to see this.
Recognize that your imagination and your thinking
and your sense-perception are reed canes
that children cut and pretend are horsies.

The Knowing of mystic Lovers is different.    {Thinker and Mystic} {Responsibility and Knowing}
The empirical, sensory, sciences
are like a donkey loaded with books,
or like the makeup woman’s makeup.
It washes off.
But if you lift the baggage rightly, it will give joy.
Don’t carry your knowledge-load for some selfish reason.
Deny your desires and your willfulness,
and a real mount may appear under you.

Don’t be satisfied with the name of HU,
with just words about it.

Experience That Drunkenness.
From books and words come fantasy,
and sometimes, from fantasy,
comes UNION.
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