Ego Ideal

When a man realizes he is not the center of the physical universe,
He dies to this world.
When a man realizes he is not the center of his personal universe,
He dies to himself.

– B

Contour

The human form is meant to be admired,
Unfortunately, this leaves much to be desired,
As carnal thirsting after flesh
is a tired, worn out play on Eros’ fires.

No,
If Vulcanized forms were indeed magical,
Hephaestus animata tempting our senses,
Then a census should emerge that woos
beings to indulge.

Indulge in the semptuous curves of their form,
Inviting your passion’s vehicle to traverse,
Forward and reverse,
Paying close mind to the lines one cannot see

Minds cannot see that which they are never open to learn,
So I implore fellow Seekers to earnestly learn,
To separate those urges that corporeally burn,
From the light of the heart whose rays discern.