The accomplished feat echoes in a maze of hysteria.
The stratosphere vast continuing dissonance for that attainable.
A gypsy dances the midnight hour and writes until his fingers cry crimson.
Dramatic realpolitik operas and spiritual indelibility; partnered atrophy and
God.
Lay tongue to contemporary whoa man’s dispute with universal concurrence.
Doors of perception magnify relevance; our lives as spiritual beings closes near.
The crimson covers the paper and trickles down the side of his arm in lengthy vibration.
Sound is formed, a thick gelatinous blob of atmospheric time travel.
A palate of absurdity met in recycled light.
Drips from washed-out tunnels of dharma subconscious in streaks of nostalgia.
The gypsy furls his legs in rainbow knots.
The lotus hums.
We are re-entering the universe, a path in which holiness engraves ritual.
We seek passage to realms of evolutionary counterpoint.
We seek acceptance into our dreams from our dreams.
We seek that of nature which immaculates Godhead.
A time not now that has always been—
We seek that which we infinitely seek within.

– Lorin Drexler

Author’s Note: “Proem to Dharma Gypsy” is a poem that was inspired by the music album, Dharma Gypsy, released by the music artist Loryn. It will be part of an upcoming mixed media manuscript, Gen Society, focusing on the interplay between words and other creative disciplines.