Paramhamsa Upanishad Poem by warner treuter

note: I am not in entire disagreement with
the paramhamsa u. only I think it can only apply
to the exceptional one in a billion who may be ready
for such an extreme action. It can in no way
be a way of action for any normal devotee
to grow. An ideal almost as far off as
Death itself. Speaking for myself, further.
(this is just a fun poem while considering
the strange dictum of the Paramhamsa U.)

Feelings of love, the givings of love,
The Paramhamsa Upanishad
Tells me to grow above.

Sex is difficult enough
But something in me goes along
With turning sex to snuff.

To renounce love for friends and all
Is an order which, to obey,
Is just too goddamned tall.

For now there is no way.
All love's content with being small
And loving all today.