Headstand

Form lives attached to it’s shadow,
conditioning dreams from coming alive.

Cavernous holes taunt those
few who dare go, to return changed.

Far beyond edges of the carnal body,
deep in the abyss from which all arise,

natural systems wrath is released,
unfolding perceptions yet unseen.

Undualize mind to pass the time,
flashing on the wind’s edge, flying.

Wisdom withered, wise ones freed,
drifting as they’ve always been.

Rivers flow through no straight lines,
never born, and never dying.

There is nothing but to be alive,
projecting through a travelling eye.

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