I don’t know what it means.
Making my durfee rounds, I reached beyond eye level
To greet the leafy creepers below
And the spindly towers of cascading vines above.
The flowers in bloom at the height of the greenhouse
Looked lonely, as if the sun above were all there was to look at.
I couldn’t surrender to my friends the way I previously did,
Some faint exhaustion from the human power clash still strained my wires.
The bamboo forest housed another, deep in meditation today.
We reveled in the silence of uncoaxed language,
My sockets didn’t hurt and the pebbles didn’t dig into my flesh like I used to.
More and more, I feel like I have a place there. A home with patient friends
Devoid of ego, or coated in chlorophyll deflecting glances from passersby.
As I settled, I began to sleep wide-eyed in lotus.
I saw dreams unfurl to me in consciousness,
Billowing sheets of celluloid texture oscillating off-center from my vision,
In deep pomegranate magentas.
The light that reflected from God knows where
Cast a shadow in a snowy backdrop behind a window,
Of a gruff figure pondering me from the distance.
I wonder how much of this is vibration,
And how much of it is sentiment.
But the moment I could feel myself watched through closed eyes,
I watched back.
I forgot the definition of lucid dreaming in accidental practice.
I can’t tell the difference sometimes between lectures and daydreams.
My mind may be tired, but I feel it expanding with ripe thoughts
Hungry to loose themselves into reality.
I will refine this peace further, because of how damn good it feels.