Mine, Body, and Soul
These lines are not for a weak tone of mind
Nor a quick gliding of the eyes.
In this mine is unknown light
With no one to lead the way.
Cleaving through the slippery sheets of the calm air
By the chest of your shirt, shoetips drag
With the force of nature you understand as little as
The enormity of the silent voice reading this.
You have been pulled here.
“There wasn’t even an opening in this mountainside when I arrived,”
But inside strangely you stand quivering at the feet of infinity.
No matter what these itching walls whisper, cry, scream, or laugh
The echoes in this black hole tunnel will helplessly rattle
The cages you keep yourself locked up within
Until they’ve no move than to loosen and unhinge.
With each heel-to-toe reality is but a rug being pulled out from under,
Jaunty and swirling with unstable hues,
Growing arms to tear you down by brittle ankles.
A weightless sensation overtakes any fears
As your body is claimed by their grasps,
Rising into singularity with the universe
This fluid disconnection of self quenches the crackling dry mouth of the soul.
It is in this seemingly eternal moment of thought,
When consciousness is suspended with no measurement of time,
Free to create on a whim,
No longer constrained by boundaries,
There is a sliver of zen.
The fault line of your ego is found in this place.
It has been discovered crumbling,
Unmasking the true patterns of your striation
Enlightened by a single golden stratum.
