Proboscis Dive

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Proboscis dive into
the stem of the lotus 
to taste the nectar of immortal love

Sun-shadows play
across the trees
with sweet November blossom
with succulent and rich-like tresses

The jewel of Truth
The knife of reason

A haunting touch
that crossed our path
a hesitant longing for a fleeting love

I burrow deep 
into its bosom
longing for an ardent kiss
under a father's molten hand

The search for wholeness
the sound of the sea swell
rises and falls, a cacophony of waves

I learn to play
my instrument, my song
to honor my Self
and gather the lyre

The jewel of truth 
is a crowned heartbeat

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