Mahamudra by Manas MokshaTulips 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 © 2024 Manas Moksha
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