Tealines

Narrow Chinks

My cavern, sanitized with bleach, rests amidst 

the hum of softened air, the atavistic drilling

of rocks for the purpose of science. 

My mind emulating this environment,

I shall go somewhere else, but where is there to go

in a world where the frontier is circumscribed by highway?

I have already posed this question to myself;

my initiation into higher education was the articulation

of this latent wisdom seeking wisdom -

the new West is the East which is the cardinal direction

pointing to the liminal experience of the mind

as it is sanctified in the fire of Atman.