Your chariot awaits.

Formless and light, it sits, waiting to
take you through the crevices of each sound
far beyond the call of the birds.

Patiently resting for the voyage past your
busy mind into the vast point of emptiness
when possibility is not trapped by words.

Your chariot awaits,

To gaze upon the unseeable and
drink flavors unknown to your tongue
through each thirsty pore of your skin.

Where the simplest and purest
fragrance renders you senseless in
immeasurable time until you are

Struck.

Into the vibration of your breath.

Do not hesitate any longer.