Learned this lying on the belly
of a big wise sleepy poodle.
I don't need any more information.
No more explanations of Being.
Just Being without the labels,
without the descriptions,
without the astrologer guru scientist
life coach priestess channeling
ascended master's pleiadean
seventh chakra hochma ayahuasca
jaguar shaman jive talk.
Because Truth is not informed
but in formlessness,
far beneath the tic-toc tide,
the twitter-waves of
man-splaining woman-splaining
left-splaining right-splaining
rap-splaining preacher-splaining
esoteric tantric bebop.
Let me drown O let me live
in the waters of the Unknown,
far beneath the waves of knowledge,
because un-knowing is the space
of compassion.
Because that's where “I” dissolve
in pollen-sweet Ameen,
the bee hum amrit "Am."
That's where tears are born,
where laughter springs up
from wonder-loam, refreshing
the parched body of the earth.
That's where my old beaten heart
just keeps polishing
diamond silence
with this breath.
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