Soul

The universe asleep and we its dreams
round and round we go, Buddha
knows where the exit lies
I stood upon the head
of his effigy in
Bamian
so
long
ago between
two proxy wars
in a dream within
a dream; I await the rain
a seed within my head needs
to grow like the giant been stalk
to lift me from this boiling crab pot
into the clouds where we all belong
casting off these mortal coils with their
desires of flesh and other things the ego
wants and waking up rubbing our eyes in
the company of eagles and angels our true
identity will be revealed older than Mausosaurus
teeth, our soul to us bequeaths its eternal heritage