Everlasting Zen

Streams of sunlight flow into the darkness 
They saturate the midnight shadows
And the photons idly lick my skin

I dream beneath a pool of crystal
Here, universes below the surface,
ancient gravity queens warp my perception of time.

The sky is a sea filled with the nowhere of a memory
I cannot put my finger on it. It escapes me.
But I incise the droplets of inspiration pouring from my mind
with the precision of a seasoned surgeon.

I created myself in a metaphor
In the chasm of a black-hole entrapped in dry ice, 
the seed within the sticky confines of a resin drop,
a thought I bore.

It bloomed and became the blueprint of a defining moment
Wonder, beauty, divination, and illusion,
all chained together like nucleotides of DNA,
and wrapped around my heart as a lover would.

It stilled the movements of my body
But not my mind, 
which syncopated to the rhythm of thunderstorms
and the translation of happy snails through space

Minutes were weeks, days, centuries.
The Milky Way made its revolutions. 
I remained beneath the sunlight and the sea
refracting psychic fumes scattered by the spell
of an everlasting meditation