It's only when I'm tripping that I see
That there's no difference
Between the I that calls itself You and Me
Usually I'm in the story
Of feeling love
For other people
As expressions of who they see themselves to be
I want a shared identity
So I can treat you like I treat me
But I'm too afraid to ask
And manipulation is such a task
I want the ecstasy of unity
Without being on LSD
But how does one live passionately
When there's noone else out there but me?
I want you
Even though you're me
But opposites attract
If I continue to seek balance
Will I ever find more romance?
If I'm actually God like the books say
Will I ever find a partner that's not made of me?
Can One thing come together without a sense of duality?
Is separateness inherent to the story or merely illusory?
Is Love just a cosmic wank?
Can i borrow from a universal Lovebank?
Does my Love for You hold me back from spiritual transcendence?
Or does it teach me how to Love the world regardless of conditions?
Will I die alone surrounded by friends and fans?
Will I ever get to be again a woman or a man?
Will I find the Tao and realize I create my own suffering?
Or will kundalini add some razzle dazzle into my awakening?
Will I ever once achieve the life my senses desire?
Or am I here to release the things I want into the inner fire?
I Love you
As both You and Me
I'd like to see you naked
As I enjoy to be
But for now we'll make some music
And create all else we can as We
I hope one day I stop yearning for things I see as separate from me