Bobbing in the waters of the womb, little godhead, ten toes, ten fingers & infinite hope, sails upside down through the world. My bones, I know, are only a cage for d**h. Meditating, I can see my skull, a d**h's head, lit from within by candles which are possibly the suns of other galaxies. I know that d**h is a movement toward light, a happy dream from which you are loath to awaken, a lover left in a country to which you have no visa, & I know that the horses of the spirit are galloping, galloping, galloping out of time & into the moment called NOW. Why then do I care for this upside-down Buddha bobbling through the world, his toes, his fingers alive with blood that will only sing & die. There is a light in my skull & a light in his. We meditate on our bones only to let them blow away with fewer regrets. Flesh is merely a lesson. We learn it & pa** on.