Zazen In The Suburbs Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Zazen In The Suburbs



I am the fundamental harmonic
Within my waves all space and time does lie
All of matter and all that is sonic
Color that does manifest in your eye

A binary inside a binary
Holograph(ic) superimposition
Subsets within subsets go endlessly
Reduction, amplification

The place where mass and light merge into one
Where gravity does become infinite
To where frequency has a zero sum
Where the matrix is flat without respite

I enter zazen and do meditate
Unconditional love contemplate
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Thursday, March 16, 2017
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