Going Through The Existential Onion

Burrowing through veil upon veil
of thought bric-a-brac to reach the
primal root nakedness is the ultimate goal
of the fearless mind.

Plummeting through layer upon layer
of the psyche's pungence in order
to disappear into What You Are
is the supernal achievement of few.

Imagine:

You're diving into the existential onion,
the scuba gear is intact, and you're trying not
to drown in your own tears as the distinct
aura of onion's spirit seeps into every sore pore.
And then, shit...the scuba gear comes loose
on the thousandth layer. Your eyes are like stewed
beets. But keep going. Imagine.
The vegetable nomads of the meta-onion space say there
is a place beyond the baffling layers where the dream-seed
dreams. Go there and die. Go there and become
like the first onion.

Burrowing through veil upon veil.
Plummeting through layer upon layer.
Becoming stewed, fried, and sauteed along the way.
This is the path of madness, enlightenment, the cook,
the fool, and the poet.