Astral Angler
(The Perfection of Wisdom)
We have been cast
into the the vast Ocean
of Existence―
from the Infinite Stillness
into the Living Universe
from the Unembodied,
into the Flowering Galaxies
of Stars and Blooming Nebulas―
into the Midst of the
Mystery Unfolding
by the Mother of All Buddhas,
by the All―
the Source
of Infinite Existence.
And now,
She slowly reels us in
from Living Experience
into Her Fold,
pulling us back
from the Breathing Atmosphere
to the Keep,
from the Earth Body
to the
Center of Becoming,
drawing us evernear
to Her,
her enormous wings
brushing the still surface
of the clear Lake of Being,
gentling us hither
with the soft,
slow sweetness of eddying currents,
as we slip across the ripples
of time and light
like the burning fire
of autumn leaves
set adrift
on a Karmic Wind
until finally,
at Death,
we sink
like Jewels
into Mud―
precious Golden Roe
enfolded into our
Eternal Home,
resting within the warm,
silty palm of the
Riverbed of Samputa―
the Celestial Spawning Place,
recapturing and rebirthing
all of Life endlessly
completing the Circle
again and again,
always returning
to the
Sacred Singularity―
the
Velvet Womb
of Everything
