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.