An Opening In The Temple of Intoxicating Mandalas

I am opening my being to the nuanced breezes.
The silences, festooned in contemplative wealth,
exist there.
I am opening my being to the epiphanic shadows.
Flickering insights, adorned in sphinx-like mosaics
of dark light, lurk there.
I am opening my being because I can.
I am opening my being because it must be done.
In a tiny box,
the being rots like a venal mouse in a maze of
cunning illusions.
This is why there is a need to rip open the flimsy
membrane that separates the "I" from the "that," or
the desire from the desired.
Only in puncturing a boundary do we release the
soul from the cage.
Only in prying open the wound do we let
the healing and salvific forces of the world in.
The time is now to open.
The time is now to alchemically disintegrate
into the blue pearl, the elixir vitae of supra-causal
consciousness.
The ultimate in us only wants this.
Just this one task.