Beloved
I am so anguished and ashamed
I have yet to surrender my
trousseau of sense enjoyments,
possessions and attachments
Vasanas, earthly passions
run deep like serpents
beneath my skin
blue green veins of pride,
anger, lust, fear
feed and nourish them
Blissful, chaste companion
when I gaze into pure, limpid
pools of your eyes and
drop my heart into those
starlit wishing wells
108 times
Only one prayer
remains on my bucket list
That's quite a bucket list. I hope after that last prayer you'll be relieved of your obligation.
Ron