Some titles seem to lend themselves to repetition. Such was the case for Bread and Wine. In the first poem, I was trying to encapsulate ideas I gained from Madame Blavatsky’s The Secret Doctrine. In the second one, I was recognizing how sexual intercourse is love’s communion. Two different approaches, completely.
Bread and Wine
Behind the symbol of the Lord’s Last Meal,
As opposed to transubstantiation,
Clings the meaning of assimilation,
Calling the eater to hear, see and feel.
Helping the candidate break through the seal,
Using tokens of initiation,
Spirit, born again in revelation,
Eats the bread and drinks the wine for the real
Truth of the matter: Father, husbandman;
Christ, the vine; disciples, the limbs of grape.
Ev’ry part fed by the wisdom that ran
Rich through its vein; please, Father, trim and shape
Each branch so that the best harvest of man
Sends a fine vintage to the final drape.
Bread and Wine
Love is the altar where one worships Life’s
Oneness with the Universal Being:
Victory over the Flesh, and its strifes,
Evokes a simplicity of seeing
Something which can elude the shallow mind,
Clouded by dense sexual vibration.
Omniscience is there! It’s just hard to find…
Mainly because one’s lost in sensation.
Material living’s dying inside:
Ultimate liberty comes to us all
No matter how coarse, there’s nowhere to hide;
Inevitably, we’ll answer its call.
Observe your communion of Bread and Wine,
Never by casting your pearls before swine.