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.