All your lofty wishes,
and your most tender heart-felt prayers,
are just sexual frustration,
and demands for gratification:
just sleazy fuck-talk and pick-up lines.
You can not molest the beloved with the filthy fingers of self-will,
nor woo her with the gutter-words of your linguistic consciousness:
far too crude,
far too shallow.
All your asking,
All your prayers,
All your I, I, I, me, me, mine,
Shut up.
You can not express being into experience,
– the utter irrelevance of all experience to being is itself freedom –
even your prayers are hostile noise
in the sweet ears of the beloved.
Stop hounding her like a dog,
stop harassing her like a rapist with your willfulness.
Be still,
Be silent,
Be nothing,
Be not in experience,
Be all in being,
and receive.