SOMA SEMA (THE BODY IS A GRAVE)
The guru taught me how to raise the seat
of super-consciousness between my eyes.
I left my body standing on its feet,
and rose up to the sky that made me wise.
Above the earth I hovered as a song.
Below, the oceans murmured in reply.
The magic mountains swept the clouds along
as sacrificial smoke to help me fly.
I flew out far beyond the universe
I once inhabited: I spread my soul
like icing over cake, to break the curse
of being born through someone's sacred hole.
In heaven, all alone and terrified,
I knew I had committed suicide.
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