The dirt-hilled, barren, thickly humid
Outside world is where I look into the keyhole
From the sea to the heart of the Sunrise. As Sunship
Moves up and away from this world,
The rising Sun won’t leave its shadow,
This world, behind. Earth,
Forever it seems, is transitioning
To be ruled by its own internal harmony,
Found in each one of us.
All outer space, stars and darkness,
Astronauts’ shuttle, moon too, are in this cage
Of meditation, contained in the way form
Protects content like brain in skull.
The door in a bird’s beak
Beams from the sunrise, to illuminate
This narrow planet Earth. The shape
Of the Syllable-ship has an eight wheeled door.
I approach the expanding heart of this Sun.
Ego’s narrowing world, smaller and smaller
As the fourth dimensional space opens strength
To expand heart beyond the chains of Holy Trinity.
