Transcendental Pharmacopeia
Fear
Trepidation
Locked in a hole
Frustration
Depression
Self deception
Deep self oppression
Victim
Perp

All the books read
All blogs and bible too
Let go
Trust God
Be here now
The flow
The moment
The Way will be shown
It will become clear
Wait for the fog to lift to mist

No patience
He chooses sedation
A prescription for relaxation
Results are quick
Only a moment away
Like a feather to a cushion down
Onto a cloud of foam
Damn the guilt of cop-out
Love the feel of cotton candy

Teeth grinding
to keep from screaming
He hears the drums
He welcomes the drums
Drums only he can hear
Perfect tempo—136 down to 40 bpm
never too fast, never too slow

Marching energy
While simply reclining
Horizontal to the mass of verticals
Yoga dreams
Yoga groove
Zen
The rule of One
No rule
Om
Om
Om
OM Powder blue

Modulation
A key to higher ground
Down-simply down
Forbid the simple to be hard
Like stone or anchor or chain
Make simplicity the city that lives
Make OM
Make Simple
OM

Simple sweet dreams
The pulse slows by degrees
Night no longer a threat
Night becomes a blanket friend
Soft Dark Quiet Night
Warm with a welcoming heart beat

Peace
Peace
Ice melting peace
Simple
OM
Simple peace
OM
Simple please
Simple pleases me
Quiet now
*Soft *Dark *Silent *January Night

an OM night

OM

OM

It is finished

Let it Go

Advertisements