Sitting Poem by Francisco R. Albano

The council of friends yields and disappears.
Incense recedes into four corners
As deed and circumstanace smash idols
And puncture illusions of logic and law.
In a ritual of solitude the bowl-jar
Cups its stick and beckons to oneness
On a round red and yellow pillow.
Power animals freeze their dance.

Then insight seizes the body and soul
Like a star that holds a night in trance.
Thrice it strikes the hollow of the self
And resonance bursts into flowers all over,
Into a vision of some new structure
For decentering, healing, and human care.