For sale: An exotic brand of egoism, the making of “Me”

Romance, so narcissistic, eggs hatched and consumed by ego
raw friendship, the balance of egos, the platonic
Spiritual, father-boy philosophy, it is no wonder
the feminine energy, on this level, threatens you so much.
Lest we forget that I can read Socrates, and the stoics, too.

We credit Hegel for the dialectic when it is in nature, in Heraclites, the ying and yang.
We forgo dialogue for monologues because they can be cookie cut and boxed
We toast packaged pop tarts, cash paid with no need for retorts
We purchase spirituality, bounded in books or words, non-ecumenical, ecclesiastic or esoteric
We switch to mass individualism, canned illuminations,
Our egos bored by personal search in the
eccletic

nothing wrong in wanting the beyond but not the banal
Sorbet and sensuality in lieu of
sohbet and truth – entre comillas.
Why deprive? Why should I?
go to church
go to the market
go to work
go on a diet
go on a vacation
go away

mystical conversation on mystical subjects –sohbet – reserved for men.
it does not create other humans
the real duty resides in meta (pro) creation, not just elevation
in us, women. Womb envy is deeper than uteri.

from my ego to your ego.

You must remember that a disciple wants a master – and I am neither.
And that gnosis is temporary – always, transformation reaches a homeostasis.
Like desire.
I prefer a partner, not a master, puppet or trumpet.
rather soft wispers sweet glances open ear
to hierarchies of thoughts, and cryptic or hermetic smugness.
Yes, sir, real genius wears skirts and pumps
Instead of pomp.