[Thespiritexpress] Poem read at Mastery

[Riantee Rand]

Smoking on the Equinox

 

In the silence of the forest

my smoke rises

blurring the edges

softening shapes, lines, colors,

enticing the formless to remain undefined

unspoken,

unnamed.

 

There is no grounding to the vision floating by,

I can load

whoever wants to go on this ride with me

without adding any heaviness

for in vision weight does not exist,

and in this lightness of being

I breathe a sight of relief.

 

Equal night and day,

days and nights. . .

Equanimity ascertained

I am free from comparing:

every one

every thing

perfect for its own purpose,

no waste

no sins

no mistakes

no more decision,

no more opinion.

I leave no trace on anyone

or anything.

I go up in smoke.

 

Smoke is pleasure I have been told

and  pleasure is smoke,

when I blow this smoke into my silence

and offer it to the universes

as a blessing  to our deepest humanity

to my brothers and sisters,

to all my relations,

the ‘otherness’ is gone,

I dissipate with the smoke.

 

I am all pleasure.

I am smoke. . .
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