Deep ecastatic uprisings relinquish their
decaying innocence
the intution talks of jarring egos
...inner equanimity blossoms to the core.
Inclinations loiter around,
the indistinct,
the dizzy,
frames realities have choosen to conceal.
I must have travelled on innumerable
dreams, the dreams that once upon a time
transformed me into a wolf
but now the dreams come to me as wolves
like death coming to a starving child.
Mirrors don't reflect realities now,
they do reflect unseen dreams,
for, unseen dreams don't hoodwink
seen realities.