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Poems by Inchiki
bliss echo
essence of emptiness
upturned
like a mug of water
on my body tonite
pleasances meet
at home
where the wholeness
is found at last
i am a corpse
feeding the little worm of thought
i am the greatest feast
of feasts
i am the eternal unknown
unravelling an inch
every day
into the mind's open waiting mouth
a limitless force
moving with immeasurable grace
