BY THE BY
magic moment movie mood
a mad mind wind blows
below a mushroom moon
above the sahasrara
people vanish easily
in the vortex of the void
guru shines a glimmer
a shimmer in the gloom
who walks the way
of endless day
never knowing
what to say?
purple rays of pure delight
fall upon the face of truth
split the hairs of thought
scatter the seeds of being
how words soon die
convictions lie
buried by
the by
1970