The Dark Side of Enlightenment

[EternalHunter]

Bamboo rustles
if sticky yogi voices
silent for so long,
fierce eye-mandalas
grazing through physical
truth, squinting at
spiritual absurdities,
laughing and winking
at the collosal
patheticness of man’s
desire to forge a
life of nothing through
wrenching tantric orgasms.
They strive to mold
nothingness out of
the clay of
somethingness, and
worship a void of
singular, consuming energy.
Symbolically robed
in sun, that cascades
to envelope the
sacrifice in light--
enlightenment,
in lightenment--
a sloppy exchange
of atoms to unify
one with another,
a literal inferno
of union; they
chant misty mantras
to an incense infested
zephyr, the sickly
perfume of immortality
in life, eternal
spirit in death.
Drinking tea of the
liquidated mind
soft soup of
abstract impossibilities,
they exhale,
cycilic breath, an
earth mocking
roundel, and meditate
on the ubiquitous
gerrunds of man’s
invention (feather light).
And with a lost mind,
a tipsy march
of ant formation,
we allude to the
phallic embodiment of
those who strive
for sun
but forget to
honor the moon.