Sitting Lotus
Sitting Lotus, butterfly, waiting for God to come. Shaman dancing, rattle, drum. Waves of nausea, body numb. Images of all phenomena gliding by. I emerge into the Sky, sitting, watching, only this.
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When I Speaks
When I speaks, I does so with this accent on I. Thought to be a stranger, kicking this word down the road, the lost ask where I comes from? I warns them,
to know, they must first let go of their obsession with geography. Having no place to stand, I passes by, overhead.
Praylude to Jacob’s Ladder
Jacob’s Ladder,
the World Tree,
the World Mountain,
the Axis Mundi,
live and wait
in the Garden of the Mind,
in the Heart of a Christ,
in androgyny,
in ecstasy….
