A Meditation

A garden bejeweled
a radiant bathed shimmering buddha,
massive, fountained,
linked with others-
dissolves under corrosion,
filled with demons,
pitted black, frightening
I tried to give it the nectar of self
the letting go muscle relaxes
with practice.
it calms, it boils,
it clarifies.
It is not the same exstacy
it is not the same horror
it is something more realistic
than either extreme.
a balance.
both are there,
but damn that garden felt
amazing.