The Cross

I remember sitting in cross legged journey
  attempting to fold the air before
  it took my lungs in parts
                        and left me nothing but Buddhist tears
                           
And I a fool to question church, made attempts at Mexican parties
        Some lobotomy out there gave the country fear
             and they the pathetic surrogate mother
(the cross)          of jesus' cloaks and phantasmagoria

They were shepherdesses of Mexico's Silver Moon  
                  I cannot recall a cosmos so fine
                      I lay by Purisima's Fountain and wept
                         thought well of the genuine nature

(pervading all things)
                           I was cross-legged journeyman of time
(remember melting hearts)
                           I was uncovering a vast stone
(said goodbye to friends)
                           I gave up sangria and cannabis
(they died hard)
                           I shored mind against my ruins
(felt a faint English echo)
                           
I was Ariel's Arrow
             did more than all white church know
                      i gave up
                               two thousand years
                  sweeping up around the Ashram
(dying for calenders)                          (dying for clocks)
                   
I remember being here, there
remember remember (habits die hard)
                              i had a habit of memory, I would
remember all the time, it haunted my women
            they said i was collecting ruins
                    i shored thoughts too heavy
                   I sat on mexicos coast and thought well,
(soft shells of the sea) (mysterious foam) (thin ocean air)
           
I was filled with shimmering images
                       of a cross on the surface, illusion
                  parietal pious ocean  (parochial seagulls)
             windward they fly, against no current stretch
         oneness left scars on my shores  (birds shat)
     twisting farther off in the distance, leaving the cross
suspended, imposing, righteous   (inviolable image) a face?
             
sat cross legged as night approached,
                       guarded with tears the moon
                  let out sonorous sigh then blew
(images of greater dust)        a heavy jesus calm upon
(all good waters)          The Good Earth
                   Hark ye well, oh silvery moon of this coast, let not thy scripture babble incoherent, allow thine fetter tongue room for reason, burning wisdom in buddhas fire sermon!
                         I, as others, bode thee well
      I remember these fragments and nothing more,
(drinking supernatural tea)    e. e.