Tunnels

Tunneling through nightscapes,
weightless moon doll escapes. 
Collapsing space-time,
the pages and pages,
of fluttering windblown stages
in quantum nonlocality,
a graphic novel engages.
	
Burrowing through dystopian nocturne,
the night traffic gives us heartburn.
In magical claytronics, everyone is reassembled,
reincarnated by cosmic consciousness,
a karmic cautiousness, a persistence of
endless distance but finite parallel.
We see the light out of this tunnel.
Can we make the quantum leap?

Casting aside ego, agency falls away as
subject and object merge. These urban
alleys meander in uncharted charcoal
where moonlight and streetlight converge.
Karmic propensities, the good and bad
conditioning restrain us to this dingy dark.
Tunneling is tiring when there is no end,
like remembering ourselves in past lives,
and knowing who we will be in coming times.

All of these identities, these storylines are explained
by the ground of being integral to all things.
This is the consciousness, the Dharma. 
Near-death shows us the light beyond the tunnels,
beyond the grimy graphic novel, a liberation 
beyond birth, death, and rebirth.
Quantum leap now to the luminous mind, the moksha,
the complete nirvana.

birthdeathintrospectionjourneypsychologicalfree verse

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