I left the group
and stumbled
into a cave
a perfect womb
shrouded`in
prayer.
Eons of time
had developed
this shaman’s
rock hidden
from religion.
No thought
existed
100 million
years ago.
No Buddha.
No Christ.
No Kali.
Only the dance
of darkness
inside a spark.
There were no morals
on ethics or sin.
No Genesis.
No mandala
entry points
to God.
I was alone
there was no
world.
My breath breathed
AUM.
My body shook
disappearing into
a porthole of
new beginnings
