Walking Meditation

Raindrops on Pineneedles 
my mind need you 
concentrate on my navel 
for the sublime see-through 
I write in Hebrew Amharic Sanskrit and Pali 
May all your Krishnas be Hare 
May all your Lamas be Dalai 
Satchitananda the Swami 
Sundara Siddhattha Sati 
Samadhi 
my children’s names where my aspirations embodied 
there’s a storm outside my window as I’m writing this 
I wrote another line and then the lightning hit 
a frightening gift 
I might just switch back to something electronic to bother y’all 
I’m in between the feeling 
of an olive branch or Molotov 
I often walk the corridors 
of mental space with pensive haste 
Investigate the illusory nature of my mental states 
It’s best to say nothing till it’s best to say something 
And I’m coming with an army we don’t hesitate 
nothing the return of the rebels 
Coincide with the return of the devil 
open minded is my permanent level 
I hope that I can reach the firmament level 
And graduate into the moment 
when the puppet takes it’s turn as Geppetto 
My attitude is red Reebok Margiella 
Tabi shoes 
With leather kilts and brooches of Ganesh 
on biker jackets too 
It’s altitudes to this 
Like bouts with pugilists 

The sun don’t ever have to prove it’s lit 
no matter who resists 
The crucifix combined with the dharma 
like the shine of my armor 
call it grace and compassion 
that’s my favorite action 
I’ve been thinking about it 
and dreaming about it 
and speakin to all of my people about it 
And reading about it and bleeding about it 
and patterning all of my breathing around it 
and while I’m alive find some meaning around it 
from talking about it being about it 
The seeker who finally reached 
and he found it 
my last incarnation no leaving without it