Fusion Poem

Tonight we come out from slavery.

Slavery –
Chains, hard labor, sweat,
no voice,
no speech,
Constricted Consciousness.

Then, slowly, we are roused,
moving out from slavery,
liberation beckoning,
like Abraham before us,
we cross over.
A wraggle-taggle group of nomads,
everything left behind,
our egos baked in 18 minutes,
we cross over
into the desert of unknowing.

About kesho

Kesho is liaison for new members and coordinator for meditation instruction at Heart Circle Sangha.
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One Response to Fusion Poem

  1. James Jakudo Shammas says:

    I find a drink of water,
    brush off my boots,
    brandishing new chains.

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