NOT OF ERGOT (Vision)

by Roy K Austin
(Dorset England)

Am I ready for the substance
of the bodhi tree,
I will drink the cactus rain
and wait for glory,

but will I ever be the same
where these sand dunes blow,
if my time has come and gone
will I ever know

and is that water, just the heat
tempting me to cross
and are those desert blossoms my
infinite regress;

will I be lost unto myself
if the vision stops,
I will lay just where I am
'til the penny drops.... ...

Tarried with the unborn self and
and through the unborn eye,
in green oasis, made our
caravanserai,

to be at one or part with ease;
set down the camel on it's knees,
and at a loss here to explain
how wine turned back to cactus rain.
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