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Mahamudra

by Manas Moksha

Tulips wilt
towards soft creation
water molecules appear to separate
slowly

Tea leaves saturate
towards soft creation
carbon fibers and chlorophyll compress
cured and bitter

Faces repeat
towards soft creation
familiar voices and introductions reflect
only our selves

The body degrades
towards soft creation
each sensation novel and hypnotic
forgetful of each beginning

A string of breath reaches
towards soft creation
a dynamic and living object
drawing the abdomen out in celebration
releasing in relaxation
sigh

There is no self
and no other
only stillness
somewhere between torpor and excitability
moving towards soft creation

02/16/2010

Posted on 02/16/2010
Copyright © 2020 Manas Moksha

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Colinson on 02/17/10 at 01:08 AM

Nice stuff! I like the engagement on a molecular level.

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