Not of Ergot (Vision)
Am unready for the substance
of the bodhi tree,
I will drink the cactus rain
and wait for glory,
but is that water just the heat
tempting me to cross,
are those desert blossoms my
infinite regress ?
And will I ever be the same
where those sand dunes blow,
if my time has come and gone
will I ever know ?
Will I be lost unto my self
if the vision stops ?
I will lay just where I am
‘til the penny drops !
Seeing through the unborn self here
Through the unborn eye.
made that green oasis, my
caravanserai,
at one to leave or part with ease,
set down the camel on it’s knees.
Copyright © Roy Austin | Year Posted 2008
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