Beneath the predominate weight of thought
and feeling, the so seductive weapons
of mass distraction, under whose onslaught
and all pervasive obsession leavens

the mind in a blind hypnotic stupor
of dread hope future and bittersweet past,
there lives a tiny entity super
of life-affirming virtue unsurpassed.

Sensual, of and between breath, star lit,
pulse of I am alive and wish to live,
the vital, primal miraculous bit
from which a yes life force does ever give.

Grind the mind, from buried ruins will be
a spark present to all humanity.