wild onion fractal

At Home With Ram Dass

If I came across your shadow

and I knew what

I had found

tucked behind the

rolling shifts in attitude

the cavalier dismissal

of time

 

Run with me run

the thought grown now

who forever shapes

the fall of splitting stars

shall mold the ether

clean of pain

 

Why fear the excess cargo

why shift

in thought the dreams

are but downsize

the shapes simple

rough edges soft

 

You are the point

in between reason

that defines

what perspective

can breathe

in interim

spirit creature

essence of the god