dunno where I am standing
high on the misty hill maybe
with a white sun shinin'
faintly thro' the atmosphere
sense of elevation gets stronger
want to circumnambulate
the shrine of the mind
at a million miles an hour
eject mantric configurations
reachin' across all directions
of bountiful space an' time
with spiritual intoxication
alight in the limitless now
past experience knows well
that without more practice
in the grind of flesh an' blood
this far horizon power kick
will later punch me in the guts
leave me weak unable to speak
an' to iron meditation out
incorrect application of
these roots of confusion
to the meaty heart of my life
is a mighty trick to avoid
- from London Works
