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Summa Psychonautica: Paradise

Paradise

 

Steve spots her at the supermarket
and monologues at her about kidsschoolworkhealthblah.
She does not tell him about her ethereal antennae
or her galaxy wings which span the universe.

She pries Steve off and exchanges pleasantries with the cashier,
saying nothing about the DMT ballroom disco in her chest.

Rather than striving to still the mind,
it is better to discover the stillness that’s already present
upon which the mind and senses are painted.

Rather than working to improve yourself,
it is better to shine a torch where the self ought to be
finding nothing but motes of stardust.

Stay alert!
Pay attention!
For in the very next instant,
life will come roaring into your field of consciousness,
full of light and faces and cars and babies!
Don’t miss it!
Don’t miss a second of it!
This gift was made just for you.

She steps outside
and the sky is a bluebird
and the air is thrumming with humans.

She does not tell them that she can see their true face.

She pushes her shopping cart into paradise.

 

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  • “Rather than striving to still the mind,
    it is better to discover the stillness that’s already present
    upon which the mind and senses are painted.”

    Now there’s an insight I can use. Just because it’s in verse does not mean it is not worldly.

  • It reminded me of the lovely words of Rising Appalachia, which have become a kind of signpost for my life:

    “Stand up, look around, and scale that down too”

    What you write makes me think of all the very small things that happen in our ancient district of Florence, the little people greeting each other in the streets, the narrow sidewalks, the tiny bits of vegetation, fighting their way through the ancient stone, the secret stories, everything people miss and yet is there.

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