Zen Lunatics (From The Window) Poem by Sebastian Sandok

Did I by chance leave the window cracked,
just enough space for a cosmic body to slither through?
For it seems as though a cloud has crept into the room,
unhurried through the panes,
sought to hover above us, filling the gap between
this and that, I and Not-I.
Smothering a distinct reality in the Dharma wheel.

It is an Abstraction of ribbon’d smoke
carrying motion pictures of dreams and opium.
Along flamed fields of poppy, thick n’ heavy
waving fiercely in a toppled wind…and yet
there still is consciousness among our wits friend!
Look to the window and you will see,
through haze laden room wispy white
Still standing, piled deep into stone and soil,
is the tattered flag flying, of a far Northern Land.
Where you and I have both been.