as I sit
fogginess fumbles and sages profess bland
magnificence upon unclear shafts
that enlighten darkness with out
and offer deliverance within.
untamed, infinite, un-chartered glimpses
and likeness to these reported experiences is all.
Right now, unravelling blankly
in this shifting stillness I maroon
upon the plumpest cushion of nothingness
while hunger and thirst ignite the yearn
and burning embers agitate for
peace filled light.
thoughts laid down once and again
draft worries for wings
attempting to glide so far beyond
this intricate stack of ego and story and sense and
this senseless fluttering so often immerses
the purest of breath into such whining
defining nasal pretence, and yet.
still here I sit,
vainly thrusting trust forward to
pointless bottomless shining pit
to intimate flow so distantly familiar
that shakily, as if to drown in waves
of loveliness I wash the wish
that Love becomes my watering bowl
and I become the fish.