The Twelve Fold Chain
Your mind mistaking the limits of your mind
for the limits of the world and suffering
without cause or effect.
Your body thinking it is words thinking
it is a mind thinking it is a limit. Breathe.
Exhale and awake.
Six senses of consciousness make up your body,
make up the eternal. Your body will become an earth
of water and stone.
The name becomes two, a form and name becoming
no form, no name. Consciousness is an opposite.
Truth starts to glint inside-out.
You are always some kind of earth. Your eyes open,
palms spread, nose flares, tongue laps, ears twitch;
cosmic dust is a thought of you.
Your non-form touches an earth of no form. You
become you out of an earth’s nothing. The Phoenix
arises from ash a virgin.
From ash comes thought like water. To arise
is to burn. The sensation of your non-form
is a wave of thought.
Out of non-form is a craving to be form, an earth.
Where there was no pain there is now suffering,
craving the earth out of your body.
Out of craving comes your earth clinging to you.
Your senses and self, light and darkness, open
and close with practice they open.
You become you but do not get to keep you.
The form craved non-form. Your eyes watch
gently body into night.
Your earth will become an earth again and you
will become another form out of nothing
becoming a cycle.
Your earth will dissolve an earth again and you
will dissolve another form into nothing
dissolving, a cycle.
John McCarthy's work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in The Pinch, Salamander, Oyez Review, Midwestern Gothic, Jabberwock Review, SPECS, and The Lindenwood Review, among others. He lives in Springfield, IL where he is the assistant editor of Quiddity.