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After blazing leaves of pleasure

In a labyrinth I walked

Pressured to discover exits

But wanting to discover none.

In my mind I raced through it

Down paths with thorns on the floor

No sun or moon in the sky

No sky or air or consciousness

No life but the glow of a mirage:

An elephant in jewels bathed,

On its forehead a clear Om,

A myriad of crimson stars

Dancing on ivory tusks, glimmering,

Vines of bells humming songs

Like tambourines under spells;

In a vortex of sensations

Every cell began to burn, to hurt,

To mold woman into torch.

Was that enlightenment?

The gift of the mantra?

An abstract chronicle of growth?

When the blaze abandoned strength

And the elephant was gone,

The weak sound of his “salaam”

Was all that my heart recalled.

Reviews

[olla]

Wow.. just wow.. I think I've met this elephant..

[M.R Steiner]

I know it sounds strange but Myriad is my favorite word, loved the way this one was put together as well. again this is strictly from my amateur opinion :)