sage or fuckwit, i roll in poison ivy
and drink the venom of poisonous snakes
embracing de sade and masoch in mirbeau's torture garden
tied,staked, and driven into place
the education in permutations of pain
under the waterfall my head is hit with a chi satori
my chakras aligned by the brutality of truth
you can curl in the kirlian swirl an'
let me know how my aura tastes cause i know the energy
leylines, dragon lines, rake me with reiki
and find my calm centre of stillness
to practice and to do are the same thing
smash a chair, has the chair gone?
this chair was also a tree at some point it's life
white flame meditation
stepping through the door into actualisation

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