POLLEN*

Seeking quiet

I sometimes go 

into the cave

of my own mind.

If I sit long enough

I will see 

Sanskrit letters

Buddhist sutras or mantras

all inscribed and glowing 

in the stone of the walls.

And if I sit longer still

I will hear voices 

of nearby ascetics 

and sages chanting

in their caves. 

So many voices

scriptures and teachings 

come to me

in the hollow 

of my mind.

And if I sit longer still

the cave becomes 

a hive

a magnificent buzzing

a swarm filled 

with its hunger 

for pollen

and the image 

of bobbing in flight

among the poppy petals.

*Inspired by the book, Tantric Quest: An Encounter with Absolute Love, by Daniel Odier