The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Friday, December 10, 2010

Homage to the Primal Practitioner

I bow down to All Meditators

Some say it was crude dwellers who sat up
and the shimmering echoing Cave of Mind went still
Some say from beginningless time Lord and Lady All-is-Good
gaze into each others eyesO Lonely Seeker, who are you?

Desire itself has no desiresGo with cushion folded blanket hot drink
into bedroom cornersGo out onto patios in urbes et suburbes
Go into slums and forestsGo into wide open deserts
sandy beaches Winnebago parks by freeway on-ramps
cityscape perch and basement cave
in many mansions and more tenements
Wherever you are mind is Mind

Sit down shut up HA HA HA HA!

I bow down to you


- John O.

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