Mara's Home

Dancing on the edge of enlightenment; only to fall in the gorge again. Its deepness enfolds the lure of Mara. The echo of her voice from every rock chimes. I sought her; Following the trickle of the stream. She asked me to go deeper to the passion of the shadowed trees. Enlightenment now looked so high, such a lofty goal, unattainable by me. So, I delved deeply into each crevasse the gorge had to offer. Wallowing for days in just one emotion. I capture each vision in my pen and vomit them out upon the screen. Still, I wonder how poetry would look from enlightenment’s summit.