Cocktail Of Volatility Poem by Ayni Poet

A cup of silky, refined white tea
Is enough to flex to those old patterns
Of diagonal spotlight thinking
That fractures the flowing Being.

Used to drink the same volatile cocktail instead,
Minutes and eras float in mental noise,
A thick juice of sensation, feelings
Flickering thoughts,
Gradual and constant asphyxiation
Becomes most well-known state.

Quitting a lifetime addiction
Of identification with the Mind,
Releases one in the basin of Freedom
Tasting the acme of fresh water
Surpassing any physical DNA.