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A poem is like a Rorschach test and each person will find in it what is in the recesses of their mind. It appears that taking all those “money shots” in your face has left you wth jiz on the mind! That being said, while thousands of sperm cells may be released with each ejaculation, only one sperm cell per release has the potential to penetrate the egg and “bloom.”
For the less cum-oriented out there, I hope you understand that your creative seed will bloom wherever you choose to plant it. To flower you do not need “the perfect job” or “the perfect man” or “the perfect mission” but just the soil of awareness.
Hhmmm…Yes Swami I do agree with you. The purpose of my statement related to the procreation of a human being and its beauty not sexual allure. Indeed, as a sperm cell or creative seed will bloom wherever it is planted, the interest lies in what manifests. Weeds or roses? What each individual chooses to give life to…truth of self or disillusion.
While you feel the need to show me that you are “spiritual” and not just a cum-catching whore, here is something that I rather you question for yourself and not necessarily bring to the comments section, as after “cum-catching whore,” I am pretty spent…
-Weeds or roses: Is one better or worse than the other? Some weeds are medicinal, others nutritional; to me all are beautiful. If Man disappeared from the planet, as he seems determined to do, would roses lose their top seat on the “beauty” hierarchy? Of course they would, because that chart was made not by Casey Kasem but by man–and the Valentine’s Day industry. All creatures of the Universe are beautiful, whether we want to label them as “weeds” or “roses.”
–What have you chosen to “give life to”–truth of Self or disillusion? If it’s truth of Self, bravo, my courageous warrior, but that requires more than eloquence of words while you sit on your fat ass. If you are disillusioned that only means that the illusion you created is nonsense. I think you actually combined “delusion” and “illusion” and might not really mean “disillusion.”
There are those who talk, which is most, and those that do. Then there are those who BE. They are the beautiful weeds sprouting up among all the plastic flowers.
Nice. The same can be said of sperm…
A poem is like a Rorschach test and each person will find in it what is in the recesses of their mind. It appears that taking all those “money shots” in your face has left you wth jiz on the mind! That being said, while thousands of sperm cells may be released with each ejaculation, only one sperm cell per release has the potential to penetrate the egg and “bloom.”
For the less cum-oriented out there, I hope you understand that your creative seed will bloom wherever you choose to plant it. To flower you do not need “the perfect job” or “the perfect man” or “the perfect mission” but just the soil of awareness.
Hhmmm…Yes Swami I do agree with you. The purpose of my statement related to the procreation of a human being and its beauty not sexual allure. Indeed, as a sperm cell or creative seed will bloom wherever it is planted, the interest lies in what manifests. Weeds or roses? What each individual chooses to give life to…truth of self or disillusion.
While you feel the need to show me that you are “spiritual” and not just a cum-catching whore, here is something that I rather you question for yourself and not necessarily bring to the comments section, as after “cum-catching whore,” I am pretty spent…
-Weeds or roses: Is one better or worse than the other? Some weeds are medicinal, others nutritional; to me all are beautiful. If Man disappeared from the planet, as he seems determined to do, would roses lose their top seat on the “beauty” hierarchy? Of course they would, because that chart was made not by Casey Kasem but by man–and the Valentine’s Day industry. All creatures of the Universe are beautiful, whether we want to label them as “weeds” or “roses.”
–What have you chosen to “give life to”–truth of Self or disillusion? If it’s truth of Self, bravo, my courageous warrior, but that requires more than eloquence of words while you sit on your fat ass. If you are disillusioned that only means that the illusion you created is nonsense. I think you actually combined “delusion” and “illusion” and might not really mean “disillusion.”
There are those who talk, which is most, and those that do. Then there are those who BE. They are the beautiful weeds sprouting up among all the plastic flowers.
Amen to that Swami!
I totally see where you’re coming from.
Oh by the way…nice Haiku. I never did know how to write those.
Haiku:
first line–5 syllables
second line–7 syllables
third line–5 syllables
But a rebel yogi doesn’t need to follow rules!
We tend to see the world through our own eyes. I would guess that you are seeing where YOU are “coming from” through this haiku.