BY THE EEL RIVER

In POETRY by Wayne Amtzis0 Comments

By the Eel river, our voices
echoing off the cliffs, freely we roamed
through the 6 realms
As we emerged from each
naked in the water, naked on the sands,
glorious in our dharma play,
casting as much light as we drew in
through the soft sea swept
waves of sun, we shaped mud into yoni
mud into lingam, passed through rock,
the two of us, yabyum-ed,
floating… Beyond, in a forest clearing,
a cherry red reclining Buddha,
notched with our initials,
looped and twined with vines
rooted into moss-subdued flesh,
stretches and wakes,
her form arising from the seed-rich earth
With offerings made, prayers spoken,
all benefit to others sworn,
we followed the path home

Below the tree shaded meditation hut,
the snake-like river stilled.
As the sun skims across its cloud cooled skin
rock perched, each to our own now,
I gaze back from my gaze
droplets in air, synapse-linked bracelets of light
like rainbow hued jelly fish
swarm the sky. Into the dusk,
into the night, each to our own now,
looped and twining
we hover above ourselves,
clearly lit
like candles burning

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Wayne Amtzis

Poetry is my sadhana/ Meditation, my muse. Other LEVEKUNST articles by the same author.

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