seeking enlightenment 

 

is not just a question 

of diligently refocusing

attention 

on the present

 

a vigilant reluctance 

of spending hours

rerunning memories

til the flavor sours

 

an emancipation 

from charging

anticipations

with manufactured joy

or dread

 

the activity of rejection 

fills

the storehouse 

of the mind

with scattered collections 

of negative vibes

 

a hoarding 

of negative inclinations

time-broken tools

and misfiring contraptions

 

engage rather in uniting

the soul

with the sublime

 

savor moments

which maximize current satisfaction 

 

take not one step ahead

nor one glance behind

 

this very second

sparkles

with numinous power

 

sometimes the sprout

or the withered vine

exceed the beauty

of the blossomed flower

I’m interested 

only

in the delicious 

the sublime 

 

transcendent nights

drenched

in beauty and passion 

 

singing with crickets 

under sun-wakened skies

 

I’d rather crawl

redolent gutters

 

than march

approved

on rigid sidewalks

these moments

nestled between

two anxieties

 

are saturated 

with meaning

with hope

the sublime

 

lacking nothing

arise

embrace infinity

 

comprehend wellsprings 

deeper than mind

 

what is the source

of the source 

of your belief 

 

the layered ribbons of cloud

during sunrise 

 

reveal truths

inexpressible by authority