HOMAGE TO THE EXTERNAL SENSE ORGANSIV - 1 The retinal CakraIV - 2 The Auditory CakraIV - 3 The Touch CakraIV - 4 The Smell CakraIV - 5 The Taste Cakra
IV - 1The Retinal CakraOpen naked eye Ayeee! Light....radiant...pulsating... "I've been blind all my life to this radiance." Retinal mandala Swamp mosaic of rods and cones Light rays hurtle into retina at 186,000 miles a second My cross scope Tell a scope Retinal scripture THE BLIND MAN'S EYE impersonal bewitched shimmering mocking, mocking, meye illusions of control "Too bright! Turn it off! Bring back familiar gray world of shadow form." THE SEE-ER EYE ` merges with the seen merges with the scene slides smiling down retinal whirlpool slides smiling through central needle point IV - 2The Auditory CakraUncover lotus membrane Sound waves sound waves sound waves Tremble tattoo of impulse Sympatonic vibrations Float along liquid-filled canals THE SINGLE NOTE OF BACH PIANO BBBBBBBBIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG trembling meteor of delight with quivering membrane fuse spin slowly round eternal note along network ear tone down vibration thread who ear you are vibration... string of wire... finger of soloist IV - 3The Touch CakraExtend your Free nerve endings Trembling Fine tendrils Wove in skin Fell my finger touch Soft landing on your creviced surface Send sense balloon drifting up through fifty miles of Spindle-web skin tissue atmosphere Electric thrill contact Soar free through million mile blue epidermal space Of cotton candy Fragile web of nerve wire Shuddering fleece of breathless pleasure IV - 4The Smell CakraSensory landscape Air-web of smell code Tangle of odor Ticker-tape belts treaming Breath draught elixir of life Across the room from you sits a woman earthy smell of feet musk of glands sexual perfume soap shampoo reeling heady mixture of food and drink exhausts and wastes from internal factories glide out on bands of volatile gas merge with her IV - 5The Taste CakraThe thin sheath of plexiglass covering your tongue Is melting Spongy meadows of red tissue Stripped raw open Quivering furrows of barrel bud bombs |