Springtime In The Void Poem by Joshua Lewis White

The misty mountains of the Himalayas
invading my thoughts -
Little train descending the slope from Darjeeling,
delivering tea to my cup as I ponder jazz in the moonlight.

Dreams of the Buddha -
City flying past bus windows,
Red apples - Japanese ceremonial,
Smells of tea pervading the room,
Dreaming of a girl at night.

The smell of smoke
On a spring morning
The delusion of time, dreaming,
Desire controls!

Religion -
forced upon weak minds in the street -
All within the void.

Through the floorboards music thuds -
Television draining consciousness
Endless hours spent searching
-wasting away.

Warm comfort of friendship
Evident in sunny days of rainfall
-is this it?

Sketches of the beyond
Adventures unheard of
Mandala in the gravel
Yab-Yum, spirituals

Girl with flowing red hair,
Her beauty unmatched...

Drinking from warm cups
in the company of like-minded 'angel-headed hipsters' -

It's all the same old void.