Wide Awake

Just a poem I wrote to my Guru and to Guru Tattva, to which we owe everything.

Wide Awake

From the feet of the guru,

comes power unending!

I heard a sacred word & now

my mind is bending

away from accustomed shapes…

gone are forms familiar!

I have never been more confused -

& I have never been clearer!

& compared to this sound I heard,

nothing is dearer!

by chanting it always, a beggar I’ve become

whose inheritance is the entire universe!

So all I have to say these days is

“Oh fuck!”, “what?!” & “Thank you, mom!”

All because I touched those holy feet,

The bite of a cobra…

And now we drink poison all night long

Telling beads & singing songs

wide awake, beyond the world of men

We’ll sleep when we’re dead!

And perhaps not even then!

Because:

Now we’re wide awake

wide awake, always.