The caves at Ellore

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

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