Hua-Tou

The vital fluid ascends my spine,
dissolves my mind.
How so sublime?

Our essence bubbles up to find
it’s balanced on the wind’s edge, flying.

A gust of wind in the lord’s eye,
riding a fine line,
blowing beyond time.

A whirlpool, spiralling so high,
I, me, and all mine-
rapturous white delight.

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