Transcendence
I have spent enough time
with my legs crossed
in lotus position
focusing on my breath
to know now
that it is not the road
to transcendence for me
and I have also spent
sufficient rapturous moments
with my nose
between your legs
to know for sure
that for each of us
there is a path
to a better life
and that mine is here:
following the sweet, moist,
tulip-and-mushroomy scent
of your sex
down through my nostrils
inhaling deeply
wondering why I have
wandered so far from home
in search of divinity
when all along, pubically
and magically divine, it
was here, no mantra
more effective than this one, no air
in the Himalayas quite so sweet.