a flash! & you were told
it was insight – intuition
satori – an idea?
it’s only one of the old doors
with its rusty hinges
swinging open for
a moment
in the universe
let this be written
on the invisible tombstones
you turned away
from yr infinite self
I have nothing to say to you
won’t listen to the sound of
the invisible ocean
continually questioning
its own existence and
laughing at its own fat waves
(and the old tibetan lady
who wrote the beautiful book
is probably watching color t.v.
at this minute)
what can I tell you
of re-opening those doors
I have nothing to say
you turned away
to pretend
“it is in-evitable”