ASSASSIN

The blinds are beautiful

with the light shining through

I sit in front

of my Guru

The quiet is surrounding me

and is me

It flows

in a wake

of abundance

as I imagine

the walk

up to the

corpse of a material existence

Assassin

I don’t want to move

The stillness is so peaceful

Seen

Farther farther out

beyond all time-space continuum

beyond all circumstance

Where

beyond linguistically structured thought

Down into the energetic source, The sound of stillness

The stillness of sound

The lower octave of one’s vibratory field

that field that ONe is in and of but separate

That which happens without thought

breathing

shedding blinking did you know

that

the

smallest particle is so small it only comes into being when it is

gazed upon

what is without what is within

Seen

Now that I’ve discovered
That I want to go back
I’ve discovered there is no time

Sometimes I feel frightened
I pull away as a wave or a tree root

I’m always continuously remembering
About going back so going back
Has now
become a memory

The wires are gone and so are the birds
They’re in some future world
Where distance falls through windows
of incarnations

I never want to be where I am
I’m thinking about going back
And I’ve discovered there is no time