whistling through bamboo reeds, planking the footbridge, shading his faint words:
goal of a soul is not to have one.
the first birth the struggle was won.
captive through lifeís supple bridge,
to an from his shadowís ridge.
bridge suspended from perfect nothing,
a gate to threshold something.
threshold is known as the soul trapper,
formless force an organic wrapper.
know as the peak experience,
threshold will transform manís appearance.
peak experience turnís manís sight back,
spark a fragment on the learning track.
man knows the track he learns to forget.
from his forgetfulness will beget.
is a progression of dark thresholds
which his simple tale of light unfolds.
the intangible will confess,
forms solid space from voids of darkness.
within solid are tangible.
without goals is desirable.
to hold fast to strength of the weak;
the texture of pebbles in the creek.
only goal is simply to survive.
through the last threshold freedom is revived.
presenting graciously an offering of love, singing prayer through buttressed eternity:
suffering in the realm of my birth,
by the depravity of the cardio hearth,
streams through my vortex of healing,
experiences of frost-bite feeling.
prophecy of a warm miracle,
the cave of knowledge skeptical.
in my senses will be resisted,
the faith of this sacred feeling is persisted.
your smiling eyes the glow is derived.
too late, Iím captured; the bright tunnel arrived.
love projecting freely,
our juxtaposition becomes infinity,
blurred surroundings move on the surface,
we dance in the tunnel of One linking purpose.
place where infinity becomes One
where the cold universe breeds a life-giving sun.
resuscitating breath dancing in circles
the cosmic rebirth shining a miracle.