Onoma

Onoma Sep 2020

The light on the

windowsill rests

like the lips of Buddha.

mantram, good and

morning.

he repeats the most

uncanny things, without

breaking a pause.

mantram...good and

morning.

somewhere there is

dark,

mantram good and night.

Onoma Sep 2020

Butterflies On a Bone

This jaw

has gone

slack upon

full impact.

...Aum...

words are

already there--

like butterflies

on a bone.

keeping it together.

Onoma Sep 2020

A Moon Bulging Honesty

I watch death

creep over...

what's

horizontal,

sideways.

a sun brushed.

Over what

can't keep a

secret.

a moon bulging

honesty.

Onoma Sep 2020

Slipping Into Their Halos

I'm observing

flowers stand

alone, at some

attention.

slipping into

their halos, without

a word to color.

Onoma Sep 2020

From The Unmoved

flesh is growing

a-tonement.

it can only be

Her dance, till

she grows tired

of dancing.

receiving droves

of energy back...

from The Unmoved.

Onoma Sep 2020

A Yogi Relapses

as space is

what voids

wave-particles,

a yogi relapses

into poetry.

Onoma Sep 2020

Resolve Is Untouchable

I-I can't

believe

there was

a thread

to be worried

over.

the labyrinth

is what Samadhi

leaves over, and

over, and over

again.

this resolve is untouchable.

remaining honorable.

Tried True.