Zen, The Colour of Pink and Salt

[Guest guest]

After awhile when all the words are spoken

And thoughts are released from the mind

The colour pink arrives

To fall into the heart

Of no-mind

 

Like cotton candy, the cast of characters

Adhere to the side of the machine twirling

Centrifugal

Contingencies

Abstracted

And contracted

In the silence of no-one,

 

Insightful in absolute disintegration and the breaking

Down of sugar in a body white with and tasting of salt.

 

 

 

 

 

Ana