hearing the host of angels in a traffic jam

i feel mercy in being halted.

heaven fits inside a plume of exhaust

a plume of exhaust fills my spirit

i exhale

and am exhaled.

my fear of rot subsides.

am i still?

we passed the school where children strove

at recess in the ring

am i still? am i, still? or do i ride

at eight thousand five hundred miles a minute

around the archer in the void,

praying to be marked?

oh loose the bowstring,

and find your target in me.

k6

Laying down one sees the ceiling
Standing up one sees the door in the wall
To assess reality:
Confirm or deny one's eyes are closed
By gently activating the eyelids to press down
The distance they traverse and responsive pressure will reveal:
One's eyes were already closed
Revealing the visions are not optical

Beware false light

The pulsating room
The deadly enclosure
Is of the mind
By the mind
In the mind
For the mind
To constrain cognition
To fetter the self
And avoid the panic of unfathoming
Boundless no-self no-where at no-time