There are times when the third eye
Yawns so wide it
Swallows my mind and face whole, but when
Awareness presents, the scenery
Dissolves, like a seltzer tablet in a jelly glass.
When in repose, I ask guru
If there is no mind, how can there be awareness of it?
There is a pause and words tumble forth:
there is no thing
there is nothing
Lovely.