Drinking from the foamy cup of
evanescent life
The venomous wine of attachment!
How sweet is the taste of the luring
sip?
How sweet is its first after
taste!
Yet with every gulp after; every
gulp your crave
As the stealth of the venom
blinds your heart, and cripples your soul
Pangs of suffering choke your
mind!
Oh drunken soul of mine!
How intoxicated have I become!
Intoxicated I am in fear and love
Intoxicated I am in passion
Intoxicated I am in sensual
pleasure
Intoxicated I am in experience
Tell me, oh drunken soul of mine
If existence is merely a vivid dream
What more can be of mere experience?
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