The Third Body's Wish

Cool-blue, moon-lit midnight sky,
Full moon,
Electric moon.
Spirit howls.
Death wishes part my lips,
tender and forbidden (say you, 'un-attuned').
But I am not afraid
to divide with my temporal self.
The Rebirth: transcending cyclic existence.
I rest my bones in wishes of purity,
Preparing for the experience
of joining the light in travels
from karmic body
to Luminous Mind.
I will ride with the new morning sunrise
in a golden chariot,
Lay my ignorance to rest.
Collecting cosmic consciousness,
Absorbing whispers of iridescent Redwoods,
Synched
with those who have chosen the path to Enlightenment.
I will emerge into life
during the Equinox,
day and night in love,
upon the precipice of a celestial mountain,
among sky-goers,
and intrepid travelers,
those "awakened and fully blossomed."
I, parted from the Bardo's cynical illusions,
will propel like a comet into the Pure Land.
The seed to sprout is a planted wish.