Saturday, March 29, 2014

in the few seconds

in the few seconds of shattering consciousness, each heart is lit in turn and drifts to the masters feet, neither seeking truth or idolizing love, napsack full of a change of heart, an end of the western people and alone, unstopped by any physical change, polish and smooth, colored surrounded by all the divine beings so in love with the never ending love affair and sweet seduction of mind and vital nature alike. like a youth walking alone away from the familiar, not because of some sense of attraction, but because of the endless motion from the crib, to the stroller, to the knees, to the feet and slippers and then forever living vicariously through the soles of the shoes, layered upon layered idolatry of the self, sending the staff of one for ointment gauze and unfortunately all the accouterments, after 3 long  days recovery is from the heart, wrapped in the bacon vegan equivalence, walking slowly after 16 hours on the safety of the indian express train, then stranded four hours while the conductor gives the driver a few sage pointers on how to avoid the spic and spanned brown layer of fine dust everywhere since the project was begun. i am yellow and red and orange, hair straggly, an affectionate constant drifting on the hooded fishers skiff, pooling the rippling sparkling pinkness of the reflection, sky as deep as its own waters below. and in the midst of this earth-sky-love, i feel the warmth breathing me,, releasing the used up oxygen delivery system miles long inside the meatless hunger. children bright as the dawn and more charming than breezes in the afternoon, so long as you remain in the shade the coolness of the nearby beaches permeates the French quarters and then gives way to giant coconut trees, but the process of peeling even the outside rind is kind of an art involving billions of strokes until its time to say done and come back before the next new baby is born.

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