The Buddhahood of my Mother


The final question


all these stars

in my chest


as I spread my arms

and notice

the glowing redshift

of my distant hands

shooting through the lightyears


A circular hole


on top of my


a way out!


I am the personalized

Big Bang


by electromagnetic waves

and showers of



resting in the luge

sliding track

of curving space


realizing the Buddhahood

of my mother,

recognizing the lowpass

underdog curiosity

of my bewildered father

on his righteous passage

through bondager decades


I can but be here

wild-eyedly reinforced by the now,

pulled out

of the sorcerer's hat


surrounded by the spinning tops

of worlds


Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 46 times
Written on 2024-02-12 at 11:03

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Really enjoyable read, Ingvar. Thankyou. I love the mystique you have woven into this. Blessings, Allen