shamanic café
the coffee is laced with cinnamon:shamanic café
the poets and artists
all gather to share
in caffeinated ecstasy:
nirvanic inspiration,
mountaintop illumination
do you remember
the dreams we use to always have,
where we were soaring through the sky
so high up above?
above the electrical lines of the town
(i haven't had those dreams in years now)
sometimes, i find myself
doing prostrations before recycling bins
and chanting namo tassa
to the invisible buddha before my eyes
the temple of our addiction
is a magnificent illusion
of epicical potentials
(placebo)
venimus, vidimus, vicimus
[we came, we saw, we conquered (the mind)]
we conquered the mind,
and the universe bowed to us,
we munched on leaves,
and squirrels perched on us
as they perch on statues
as long as the mind is lucid,
the universe is open
(the mind is one)
12/15/13
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2013-12-22 at 18:46
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