For Jack

This is a poem dedicated to Jack Kerouac

I am bound to this holy temple of life
surrounded by flesh and bone
I bow to mother karma
diving energy rising
I feel myself breathe deep
releasing the cord attached to my body
I swing myself from spiral to spiral
soaring with all the souls
in a vortex of timelessness
we spin in and out of worlds
searching for wholeness
embracing my shadow
I become blood thirsty in this high
my hungry ego is hunting you
hands searching for a kill
spiraling through new levels of darkness
my self and ego collide
merging on impact
I find my temptress hiding in the corner
begging me to devour her
I hear the witness whisper
about the masters vision
the shamans liquid
the timeless rhythms
silent confessions
soul cleansing
light erupts across the sky
light expands in my eyes
light swirls in a golden mandala
I curve to form a circle
and spin myself round and round
your love grid until i am deeper and deeper
within
I lose my attachment to your skin
letting go of my sins
watching you grin
I continue to spin
into the golden eternity
see you soon jack