Dharana On Tinnitus


Full Lotus on the Sheepskin
Spine long and tall like a stem
going deep down into the decaying muck
snaking sweet perfume up to the crown
eyes resting beneath the lids at Ajna


A thread stringing back decades
thousands of brightly flashing
ecstatic nights crushed and fermented
into a fine whine

Pure awareness
the thousand petals blossom

It’s been samadhi all along

PJ Church 9-19-2016




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The dark side of enlightenment, the light side of endarkenment.
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