Thursday, February 03, 2005


It was a quiescent meditation
That brought an enlightenment,
Bursting with Nirvanan whiteness,
Into the back of his mind.

To those of us, around him,
He did not seem to see
All the textures of the world
Descending into infinite depth
And detail,

Nor did we sense
A blossoming of benevolence,
And meaning, beyond meaning,
Fountaining out from him
Into the whole of the universe.

It was an imperceptible awaking
From this dream-woven world
As he found his way through
The uncountable blind spots
Of our being.

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