Chemical Satori

- Vaibhav Singh

a blowing conch between azaan and aarti,
shrieking parrots replace
HKV's nightly bass,
day warms in my veins
night's mdma, cocaine

on a little terrace in Green Park
dish antennas swivel like
sunflowers to the sun
two basking dogs
empty bottles of dark rum
a special grace
this winter sun upon my face
behind my closed eyes time congeals
a moment in amber

that ancient pond
another frog jumps in

a likely story,
chemical satori,
i realise I am all that I see
I become this and this becomes me.

This poem came to Vaibhav unbidden and complete after a night of excess. It describes a feeling where the boundaries between the subject and the object disappear.

I met Vaibhav at the Kalaripayttu classes I attend in Anjuna, Goa. He is a martial artist, writer, potter and dentist. His book which he hopes to complete by 2024 is called " a series of small adjustments"

His clinic, located in North Goa, is called Transcendental. Does this then make him a Transcendentist?