Sky
you’ve been holding on
too long
pour it on
my droughtful mind.
Picking, poking
on myself
I’m alright
and so is he
I’m not a Buddha yet.
There’s more
to come out
of this cage
the Zebra goes first
then others follow
some crawl, some swim,
some even fly

Melting down
the yellow chakra
I care less and less
for what’s
out there
Just want to touch
those states of bliss
let them drip
through my fingers
then move on to…

Where
I don’t know
sitting on
right now
breathing
in and out
inner
smile
smiles
drop the jaw
lift the chin
catch me
as I
circle the sun
Iridescence
free falls

Revised poem: November 14, 2021

Genie Nakano

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