be fruitful, multiply, the gods implore
be fruitful, multiply, the gods implore,
but ware the sensate snare coitus springs.
the sensual seduces. what is more,
it stupefies; addicts – a drug that brings
no joy, no real transcendent potency.
be fruitful, multiply on planes of thought.
replenish & subdue the mind. the key
to mastery is won, no, dearly bought
with continence & virtue. thus, be strong
& subjugate the physical. be pure
& rule the elemental realms. a song
of power finds its voice when faith is sure
& passion circumscribed. a song of love
transcendent lifts the soul to realms above.
© Joseph McNair;2009