Transcendental Machine
there is no cast
that can be wrapped around the ribs
of broken habits–
to heal from death
of consciousness when born
one must wander a house
of a thousand lifetimes
without getting caught
by enlightenment police
while always climbing the stairs
built upon Sangha
striving towards a roof
that will open one day like a lid
and be filled by an ewer
pouring out of stars.