Protean Formulas

And either way, I'm forming,
What new shape to ferment?

Give me a vista,
One sight to set.

And lay these weary bones down,
Lay myself to rest.

And laymen can only fissure,
Cause and disconnect.

My mind lights a picture:
Might of practice,

Effect and end,
A beautiful friend.

Those tidy little tassels
Always holding in the back.

A mountain from a story,
Stormy seas, the force of men

Built a bridge with pictures,
But to ignorance I will not bend.

My eye,
My eye.

Whose eyes are these,
Whose mind is mine?

The kundalini creeps,
And a nerve will shine.

That which you keep inside of your mind,
You think the pictures do not seep?

Chaos irreverent,
Skillful design.

Shine and shine and shine.