That Thou Art
she was an artwork in progress
like graffiti on a wall which covered
bricks in her head in the chakra’s colours
connected to the world with easel and brush
but the paint inside her was not quite free yet
too many restrictions had been imposed by
a socialized search for stability and adherence
of what others seemed to deem the norm of good taste
she blew up balloons with pigment dye figments
of her imagination and rose-tinted shards of mosaic
filled the room with fragrance of sandalwood and patchouli
and tied them to her body for levitation and consciousness
without any drugs she floated in psychedelic magic
engaged in lightness and transcended borders of nothingness
detachment rose to the ceiling but that was constructed
of glass and was so solid that she could not break through
thoroughly made it only allowed her to see hidden justice
while with helium and unnecessary laughter she clung
like a spider beneath herself and below shine through ascent
the Buddha above any suspicion had no chisel nor hammer
even Karma was out of reach for she was young and resilient
but over time the brush with delight dried up like a fig tree
without water shedding seemingly forbidden fruity melee
now insecure in impermanence she wished to be floored
only when she reminded herself that life was suffering
in itself did she come to the conclusion that eventually
the inflated globes of fanciful reverie would pop one by one and
bring her back to square one and attempt safe passage once more
20th July 2021
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2021
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