Drunkard
I am a drunkard
Intoxicated on the sweet nectar of the Divine
Wed to a state where there is no division.
I am one with my Beloved.
Scorned for my lack of sobriety
I resist all efforts to reform me.
Why should I leave my drunken state
For the sleepy pleasures of life?
I would sooner run naked through the fields
My heart soaring like a hawk
Through silken skies
Of silent, empty mind
Giddy in my freedom.
Call me drunkard!
I am happy to be known
By my crazed absorption
This exalted intoxication
On the sweetest of nectars
The sweetness of love itself.
