13th
Nova Vita
New life underneath Monk underground
syllables abound tool belt of focal points
convergence of light in the agya chakra
the beauitudes of hum drum dharma bum
existence pouring the warm amber sympathy
into agnostic openings, space the only utility
not the things in space, remember devotion
and its path of sacrificing the light within
to the Light without hung up about these
objects possessions objects attach to objects
and the senses the same with the senses
cut out my aimless metaphysical core
and let my electron children discretely
jump in excitation to new sub-atomic
states of ananda bliss mother of here now
divine let go my cravings and convulsions
no, let go attachment to picking
out the single burnt morsel from
untouched bowls of whiteness
let go facultative resources
critical thinking don’t even pause and for heaven’s sake
STOP MAKING SENSE!
