BUILDING TEMPLES

yesterday i had a thousand poems in me
the hose bleeding in the grass
like some kind of noah's arc reinactment
but right now i sit in the dark
unshaven and raw like a thousand year old tree
growing outwards silently
i have forgotten all the revelations of yesterday
all the tears and paradoxes
that parting of the sea of biography
for a moment of primal truth
and yet even as I stab into the light
trying the make butter
i have the impending notion
that all paths lead to the exact same nucleus
everything converges on one thought
like the north star
shockingly grounded in a circling universe
there is a dark depth
we can and must tether to
the sadhus who worship Shiva in India
when they are initiated into their sect of worship
they are pronounced dead
and they cover their bodies in ash
this death is the true foundation
for the divine architecture of a life worth living
established in death
in the medicine of death
smeared in the permanence of impermanence
life and death are the reverse of the atomic bomb
a split atom exploding back together inwards
into a tiny silence that is God
today as I was walking home from work
i saw myself in a window on the street
and i smiled and the smile that I saw
is the smile that is in everyone
the mischief and vitality in my eyes
is the electric thread that strings together
the skulls of unavoidable mortality
around the neck of a being
free from erosion
and in the same way water
will ALWAYS find horizontal
even if it takes the life of the universe
and it does so with zero effort
the hearts of all
the minds of all
the souls of all
one collective heart
one collective mind
one collective soul
inseparable
in that same way
the collective consciousness
will always be rooted
in the source
which birthed it
empty of all things
so empty
that the radiance of fullness
shines like
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golden retrievers
a light so bright and so empty
and so completely full
that music is the only government
a harmony so fantastic
the angels have goosebumps
the plants speak a common tongue
and the humans and animals
live and work side by side
building temples in the wind.