TRUTH

I ran with the begging bowl,
at the feet of light,
he had what i sought,
had faith in my heart;

with contentment I received,
held tight to it,
then it began to rot,
faith clutched at the carrion;

orphaned and footloose,
mad free radical,
I gnawed and tasted and spat,
believers watched;

senses my senses,
my only possession,
soaked the world,
in synaptic equations;

hallucinated and betrayed,
cremated the senses,
cocooned and waited,
for enlightenment;

randomness kept breeding,
I waited for enlightenment,
metamorphosis/Armageddon ?
under a bodhi tree...