a Wolfku
When you let go all wordsSomething wonderfulhappens: No-word
Many-fingered hands arms and teeth and starving eyesLunging for the moon
One near sun setsas a trillion far suns stir and rise totake its place
At times meditationstrikes me as a cosmicdisentanglement
The Rupa Jhanas are not states to attainthey are glories to shed
I am a Portuguese man-of-war — tentacles a million years long
Near infinity is as far from infinityas not so near
The Earth — an oubliettelid hermetically sealedNo air in here
“Yeah, sure,”says Mahayana“but our Nirvana goes to eleven.”
Clinging to gurusClinging to beliefs — strong, transparent barriers
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