The Purpose of Life

I was outta there, I left,

I went to encounter the world

so I could get that eccentric

understanding back, 

but cry-sakes,

I could have had a little spirit

been a little less maudlin. So what if everything is

a damn conceit (as in strained and far-fetched bullshit)

this is living--enjoy it--laugh at

the floor plans we lay down, 

don't be serious about

those dakinis we whisper to 

then turn drastic on;

mostly, though,  there's you

how I see you--a South Western Athena,

with the taste of cumin and sandalwood.

Yeah, well, and there's me, too,

like a struck-blind prophet passing thru

all the stages

starting with being

unknown to myself

never ending even when my mouth finds yours

or I find the sandalwood and salt smell on your neck.

Your own change to an oracle I fall into.

That's where the most wisdom is held, taking the 

accumulated

inner tensions that keep us miserable

and dissolving them. You said you feel safe with me.

To find that new task before us, Athena, unearthing answers and changing ourselves
until we're entirely new--that is
the most important thing.

Author's Note

I don't care what you say in your "review"