Eyes feast upon a sumptuous,
swirling confection of starry molasses,
poured thick into the Milky Way.

Walking feet leave behind a trail
of impermanence along the shoreline,
with every fading footprint ~
an act of letting go.

Giddy sounds of joy escape parted lips, spreading wide crescent moons
across faces ~ lighting up the world.

Tingling taste buds,
in a trance, under the spell
of a sultry Georgia peach,
both a blessing and a curse
to crave the flesh beneath her skin.

A rich river of aroma carries currents
past the gates of a temple to intoxicate
the senses of the monks on retreat.

When the portals of perception
seek connection, they’ll insist
that you let them,
lest you lose your sense of self
to the bliss of timeless space.

Who are these men and women
that move as the ends of earth--
raving stiff, sweet, bitter serums
of truth?
From their common manner a
prodigal bleeding has begun--
all the elements that eternally
knotted them now drain.
Their full significance squints
at its rise and shine, as meaning
is placed and trapdoors open.

Her profile dared
the precipice of
the ages, with the
most vulnerable
contemplation.
One could see a
rain of saintly
hands touching her
shoulders.
As if to ask: are you
okay..?