A Quote and A Poem

from THE MAITRI UPANISHAD

"There is something beyond our mind which abides in silence within our mind. It is

the supreme mystery beyond thought. Let one's mind and one's subtle body rest upon

that and not rest on anything else."

THINKING ABOUT POEMS, THINKING ABOUT DEATH

It pains him to fake words with drugs, while

The driver of the chariot pollutes its substance also false.

Until he is asleep he knows not that he must wake.

From body to body, immortal ties 

Disguise his impending invisibility as desire.

Born again in good and in evil, contrary lotions

Pulse like embryonic delusions.

Thus their condition falls into confusion, magnitudes

Of loss and bionic contusions.

Invisible chariots drive through lotions impending to wake. 

Words define pain with polluted substance, from

Body to body, drugs prepare again what's immoral and useful.

And he does not know desire until he is asleep, perhaps soon

To be born a contrary evil before the good is faked.