Full Grok

Full grok I Am in wondrous suchness sole to soul to sol of solitude the sun my bare feet open mouths that hunger for the lunar pulse of Ourobóros serpent spine my wounded skull bent to devour the dust in Hebrew "adamah" my flesh and spirit one ancient language revealing how to breathe not think the Qi the Ruh the Pneuma Shakti pun of shock electric Goddess sighing bellowing Adamic sod into a living person "nephesh" meaning exhalation through hooves unshod now free to wander in the garden under new moon of first planting then inhale from earthworm toes to loamy fontanel through furrows of my cortex musky fountains alchemic of dark mycelium juice transmuting clod to consciousness a larva full of stars.

Image: Walking meditation, from Buddha Weekly