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