*this is a 6-mile poem not unlike a death poem – for B.T. the now incarnation of natural spirit”
The sodium depths reach for me.
Samadhi sleep heals though I cannot remember that actual reality.
I chose the pain over the light awakening.
This knowledge the single ow thoughts of single this entity.
Ripped the visual shroud away and exposed the truth of infinite shrouds enveloping me,
with those few crafty Masters watch the blossom from within me.
Be strong in this vessel.
Even if there is but one time around allotted to us,
that there are so many ways
to perceive your current awareness,
makes One pause in thought.
Halfway off the edge.
You grab your ankles.
And run.
Often hard to know where the pressure
stresses greatest.
Good to stab out
epitome in it’s heart,
horizon burns events,
godlike presences but a paltry shadow.