prose poem || Edward Nichols

hermit 

    Vast unchartered territory.Nothingness,like a vast desert, jlluminated by thethird eye. I wander through it's varying the correlated coincidence of being.  The word can do so many things.The dragon of wisdom works at verisimilitude of blinding ennuendos hurled around like wind blown dust. Fragments of technical meditation of Krishna.Expansion of consciousness is the thunderous applause of freethinking and reason supplicate at the venture of catalysts holding the mirror.

        The universe breathes in.and I breath outInventories of the slain archetype,waiting to rise again. The beauty of life often obscured by a terrible world.To sleep forever in the arms of morpheus,only the cool winds of sedation your concern,you can remember who you are.Move behind your mind and see the glow of the dark side of the moon.