From Settled Stillness

The spiritual popping
electrocuted the
armies of thoughts

The Nirvana states
have put down
the high noon’s desires

The yowling pain
of awkward nights
and itchy mornings
dissipated away in one sitting

The subscriptions to life
flushed away
not with newtons of force
or joules of energy
but through
effortless efforts

The silence demanded
the Hiroshima or Nagasaki bombs
to incinerate the mental moths
the silence

The light of awareness
searched the netherworld
like a bomb squad
with non-judge-mental
not leaving even the swamps
and the muddier marshlands

Seeing all this
the bottled temptations
could not show their faces
to the mystic
who was flying in divine whirls
of here and now

—Drunken Monk.

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