Falling in to dreams
a cosmic gong hangs in the sky.
If at the first ring
of the last instance
it called me to remember Samadhi,
then at the second ring
of the final instance
I am brought in front of
the memory of my psychosis.

In the early morning,
worse than hangover,
as if having been drugged
with ayahuasca and bourbon
my head beats
while my stomach squirms like a toad.

Tonight i pray
there will be only sleep
my psyche will crack open
if scripted upon
once again too soon.

Recovering,
feeling the need to make a point
All is brought forward to the Awoken One
Now really, what point is there to make,
in overwhelming peace such as this ?