flowering lips

You always had opinions, always something to talk about
even when there is nothing to talk about.
You worried about stock markets and aging and coup d'état
and divorce and sexual dying.
But my friend, there is no talking, no silence
nor dying, in this place, where we are now.

The cow grazes all day and
chews the cud all night long.

This place my friend, rises beyond stock markets and dying.
This place has divine flowering lips. return to the source,
Be serene now and bow
to kiss it.