Poodle Belly

Learned this lying
belly-wise on sleeping poodles.
Strip off armor thought,
underwear commentary.
Get down to naked no mind
voluptuous transparency.
Drop “Consciousness,”
“Advaita,” “Source,” “One”
like pebbles in a well.
Then listen to the Wordless
meander moan of underground streams.
Be without jive gurgling
guru astrologer marxist feminist
life-coach ascended master
channeling pleiadean
7th chakra hochma ayahuasca
jaguar shaman high priestess bebop.
Information overration.
Truth is not informed
but in the formless.
Drown in choppy waters
of Om Tat Sat
'neath amniotic wordle-wave
man-splaining fem-splaining
X-splaining Trump-splaining
non-dual tantra-splaining
pronoun-splaining twitter talk.
Plop
of Basho frog
in slimy microbiome
IS Om.
Love space un-knowing where
“I” dissolve in "Am."
Bee hum pollen Ameen
giving birth to tears.
Let laughter spring up slick
from greeny causeless wonder-loam
where my old beaten heart
keeps polishing diamond silence
with this breath.


Photo: Me basking in poodles