My head cracks from the headache
my mind runs like a TV between the channels
as I sink into my meditation, the stars aligning
my deepest thoughts reflect on my deepest self

My mind runs like static
tired and weather-worn
floating gracefully on inner-deep-water
the purple petals of my mind

Tired, worn threads keeping their grip
the galaxies unfold like old fabric
looking for the Lotus
I focused my meditation

Spinning in place behind the moon
all the stars aligned
when my third eye opened
my head cracked