Super Power

here, it's that moment in the meditation when the top of my head opens

and becomes the top of your head

and the person you slept with last night

but also the head of the difficult one, who drives you nuts

the head of all of those who still are bravely alive

even though so many of us died

that top is mostly yellow and orange

someone could call it an aura but I call it the sun

it’s when I'm not here as a thought and I can take the body off like a dress

the dress is always red - made of your shameless desires but wait...

sometimes it's black

it's the funeral of an ex lover and I'm looking up at the ceiling

yellow and orange

the consciousness of a green leaf, hissing like an ocean

which could easily be a sky

because you are upside down

headstand without the head, the idea of nirvana

a glass of water or wine, doesn't really matter, you can dive in (the matter), no body, hey

no mind

white light, open space, the interconnectedness of it all and finally the lack of the words

like in a zen koan - the lights will vanish too and the idea of color will go last before samadhi, love, togetherness

it's that moment, now.