You have already drowned
in the ocean of Presence.
Why keep pretending
to be thirsty?
Yes, the honey's taste
has hints of death,
a thousand bees
who perished in the flower,
too drunk to fly.
The light of seeing
fueled by the cinders
of moth wings.
The crumbled useless cocoon.
No one survives.
Have some courage.
Stay quietly where you are.

And for just a moment
become the sweetness
you've been seeking.