Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, open-eyed.
broken-necked shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait 

for nothing; shameful for naught but delay.

had we a unity of sentiments,
tragic press of ego into marble, 

into walls, into ruins? how many 

would have chosen the 'ladies' over what—

more,
     when, after we are (not-)gone?

     recall 

receding 'M' of my hairline, tickle, 

a cough, i fart:

time for medication—
set our hearts to rhythm, lower BP.

slower, you look good today, would you like

to go to the bathroom? your feet spread, firm; 

lean forward, push chair's arms; ‘nose over toes.’ 

there you go, now slowly. we’re not waiting.