If I open my eyes to the true nature of the wind that blows high up on this sparkling undulating urban precipice ...this golden godly hotel rooftop overlooking the sparkly hudson
I can see the fabric of my world shifting with every blustery gust!
I am changed if I allow it.
My former "self" rides the wind like a great surfer from caifornia..."Dude"
Isee the nature of my very core mind
I am purified, no?
Hard to keep that clarity
I struggle and "pose" inside myself
To let go
But the artifice of my very being clings to me as if stuck with glue
To extricate myself
Envisioning the night
So grateful for the Guru's light!
I prostrate amongst all the stars
The inky blackness...I look to sink into it
Relinquishing my form
Becoming renewed and "reformed"
Like the blue clouds in the night sky
I gather and dissipate
I am "something" and "nothing"
LookinG down on a world that is equally vaporous
How do we maintain that beautiful equanimity?
I ramble because relative reality is altering my intention constantly! My eyes are sparkling like stars...but who can see that?!
Can I see the sparkling in other's eyes? Sometimes yes and sometimes they're like the wind blowing right by me and gone before I can catch it....like a butterfly eluding my net...
I am too soft
I want to see the light in their eyes
Like leaves reaching for the sun
I yearn for ever more
Wanting less and less
And more and more
I laugh on this precipice
Howling at the moon like an animal thanking it for a night light for an imminent hunt
I am upon this
LonGing for my awakening
Sniffing the path
My eyes water at the thought of my
I prostrate on the cold muddy earth
The forest of my mind hovering above me trying to blanket me
But I still see the moon
The light of the
Shimmering on the branches
And I am in a clearing instantly
Prostrating amongst the stars
I have cut them off with my teeth
My body arcs
I have cut my legs and severed myself in half
Reach tothe Guru
I am white
For a moment
Like the light froma campfire's spark
I am truly