The Disembodied Poet

My sotapanna slivering ways

Buddha-Christ until the end of days

Samsaric blundering, golden suffering

Loathsome and beautiful

Confidence man-changeling

In me, not of me, winding, becoming, blind dazzle of ectsasy
Mexico City! Atop a field of dead and dying are the light and lying

Just a bum of the Dharma -a Benedictine unconfirmed-lost and found

A sotapanna slivering.........................................was always, as always

Alwys will be, this me, visioning sweet Gerard, Oh! Gerard

Running, rolling, drinking, stinking, this incessant game, habit energy

Is a spider web,

Even the slipp'ry sotapanna

Is caught and knows

The wheel of Karma goes round and round

Round and round goes Samsara

This is the wheel of Dharma

No monk, no bhikku, just a sotapanna

Eking a slow death and a slow burn

So the Lord says is my appointed turn...