The Lotus Crown

The Lotus Crown

by Sam fLOT

It takes

One Thousand petals

To make the lotus crown

Which fits perfectly on

The unstructured shape of any head

Since all is one and one size fits

The thousand petaled lotus crown

Sits just above knowledge and compassion

The thousand petaled lotus crown

Sits just above

The third eye portal to perceive and receive

The unbound lessons

Of light traveling at the speed of sound

Three eyes can see and perceive

The illusion’s discursive qualities

Boiling presence down to essence

Three eyes can see all is one

Under the thousand petal lotus crown

Resting in posture posed to

Receive perceptions and

Translate illusions into truths

Since all is one and one size fits all

A Symposium

A Symposium

by fLOT 

A symposium on a treatise

On a platform on a dais

Succeeding in solidifying

The foundation of the introduction

To the clarification theory

Extrapolated by escaping the past through a hatch

Stringing along the unlimited ultimation

Triumphantly savoring the taste of knowing

All along announcing the transparency

To be seen by all

Segmenting the equation

Breaking it down to the cellular

Taking it from the base

Deep down inside the core

Sincere in this and every effort

To explain the ambiguous insights

To the highest measure of unclear

I can possibly hope to never achieve

And

Since the bright ages

I have transferred my thoughts to paper

Using my blood for the ink of my art

I think therefore I am writing

Precisely lacking succinct appraisals

Ready to linger on one idea all day

Riding on the wheel of healing energy

The words provided

The words provide

The words will provide

I will follow my own path

I will carry my own baggage

I will accept a kind ride from a friend or a stranger

I will dance on the boundaries of the Universe

Pushing the limits

Pulling my share

I mean the things I say

I say the things I mean

If wanting accomplished anything alone

I might believe in justice

If effort was repaid with equal value

I know I’d start to think and

If pay reflected the work delivered

I know I would believe

Until then

I will write and speak

Until then I will represent the forgotten ones

Whose voices remain silently suffering

I will write and speak for those who don’t

I will write and speak for those who can’t

Then maybe some day

I might believe in justice

Then I’ll write love poems and odes to the stars

But until then…

10.2.ten

fLOT