((Bliss in Water))

Every mind attempts
a vortex, gives metaphor to
the world, funnels featureless objects.

Its face emanates in reassuring ignorance.

Mental action names
the image, tends towards allowing
vertices in a fog, perforces reading
the local ideas.

Chaos, the joinder,
Hides character,
A radiant node,
A cluster of holes, where
Each day, ideas are constantly rushing,
dead in decency,
emerging from the fog.

The enlightened soul
returns, physical,
a foggy whirlpool,
basis suspended.

The circle of rocks proceeds,
bliss in water, energy in combination.