Bricked Up But Not for Heaven or Nirvana 

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Smash up your two-way mirror and become

An anchoress but in a place where no

Religious rites occur.  Become a numb

And earless one imagining the snow

Of silence just beyond the roof,  outside

The waiting walls.  Do not seek holiness.

Don’t wait to feel the Dead Sea’s salt and tide.

If you seek anything, seek lowliness

Beneath what Buddha or the Christ have sought,

Not even that.  Just sit and wait, legs crossed

Perhaps and maybe not. Don’t look for ought

And should.  Just wait for six-sides frost.

  Hexagonal is what you want, not love

    In heat.  Your vision waits in ice above.

~ Phillip Whidden