Thursday, April 30, 2015

siddhartha.

little siddhartha gets in the driver's seat.
he does not put on his seatbelt.

go bullshit around, boys, i say to him
and to his brother.

into the sunset, they go driving the car together.

one grows up damaged
awaiting execution.

the other brother knows damage
through first-hand experience

and is born from it during the moment, which is
where the universe has been,

over and over again.
the moment right now is all that has ever been.

siddhartha grows like a dreamless tree
never assigning
meaning to the movement of muscle.

it goes there and does that.

he lets it be one. he lets it be one.
he accepts aum.