The Buddhahood of my Mother

 

The final question

acknowledges

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

opens

on top of my

skull;

a way out!

 

I am the personalized

Big Bang

nourished

by electromagnetic waves

and showers of

neutrino

 

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!
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Written on 2024-02-12 at 11:03

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Really enjoyable read, Ingvar. Thankyou. I love the mystique you have woven into this. Blessings, Allen
2024-02-12