Future Self

.


I imagine my inner workings
will be more playful then than now,
less attention to survival paid,
finally getting to the sparkling black hole of day,
a moment of arrival: of at-once knowing and
unknowing Tao
.

I was told by a monk who’d kept silence for years
of when his inner dialog disappeared,
when his chattering selves came to accord
and all that buzzing skull talk
slid to fading end, trailed off like
the tail of a fifties forty-five
spiraling to infinity as if an engineer
were dialing down the gain,
slowly spinning duality to mum mutuality,
the end of fire and rain
.

and what then, I said,
what was it like?

nothing to be said,
he said,

nothing
to be like
.

by Jim Culleny
6/28/14

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