stoned
By Ken Goodman

 

God Sun beyond mind-moonlit zone
is opposite of far—

for it kisses where it’s

caught in/as [this] enskulled star—
casting deLight through
mind lampshade(s)
where the gravestones are

 

bliss bliss bliss

Nonfixation on one’s
senses isn’t stupefied, just
no longer dumbfounded by

in
vs. outside;

or post vs. pre—
rested in the most sublime sabbath
activity, mindful of the stable field
atoms are empty . . .
bliss the essence of
bliss self-aware
bliss knows

thought-free.

 

Ken Goodman mates ecstatic meditation & poetry creation in Cleveland