Great
and small
spiritual teachers
glowingly preach
and promise disciplined pilgrim creatures
Nirvana,
Paradise,
Heaven,
featuring compassionate pleasures.

A timelessly perpetual climax
no natural teacher
this side of Eden’s regenerative garden
would dare speculate
we might reasonably anticipate
some great rewoven day
of universal redemption.

It is this Bliss,
too univocal
too monochromatic,
I begin to monotheistically question

If this climatic experience
is like a deep tight pond,
bright
yet stagnantly enclosed
in attractively fond

Rather than a continuously flowing river
of multicultural
multigenerational
polyamorous sensory experiences
spouting out from embodied pleasure mouths
back to light’s first faintly felt flicker

And forward
to bright’s most blissful moments
reflected
inflecting constant flowing functions
of powers robustly positive,
cooperative
compassionate changing paradise
returning me to this river
never entered
or exited
exactly this same fluid nirvana
conversing twice.

Not only because rivers
continuously flow
but also because humane identities
continue to curiously grow communion
sometimes far beyond any happy shores
our natural and spiritual teachers
have hoped to personally know.