The Zen Boobist by Mike Finn
	My boy's utter devotion to his mother's breasts is so concentrated, so intent the purest kind of life meditation total being-withness.

I see that his first religion
or spiritual quest
is to be one
with the breast.
His conviction and grace are
priestlike, monklike, childlike
in monotheistic ardor.
Complete attachment
to God as Mother
Therefore I call him the
Zen Boobist
ever drinking at the Source
that is the truest.
He knows what path is
blessed.
And tastes best.