Perhaps you should envy the junkie, my friend.
He will lie, cheat and steal
to satisfy his yearning.
He bemoans the stars rising
and the dawn, too,
for neither brings him relief.
His mind remains focused
on his habit
regardless
of where he goes
or what he does.
He cares not if he has home or family.
He wanders the world independent
of cares,
of social acceptance,
of career,
of fame —
These mean nothing to him.
So, my friend,
when was the last time
your passion kept you
from sleep?
I think it may have been awhile.
No wonder your attempts
to attract the Mother of all desires
have not been successful.
You are too tepid.
For you must burn,
burn,
burn,
and burn some more.
When you find yourself roaming about
naked,
homeless,
and penniless —
The Mother will come
and call you by name,
“Shiva, Shiva, Shiva.”
