Bolting Lightning Light

Sad as a sadhu, glad to be naked
holding alms bowl into which passersby
drop grains of rice, each one a person’s world
that my emptiness embraces to devour

sad as a sadhu, glad to be naked
at last, flesh the sole disguise my bones wear
waiting their next step from starry birthplace
my worth is the capacity of night

sad as a sadhu, glad to be naked
might I be that point of Archimedes
my nothing a place to stand and center
and so leverage all the wild orbits?

grains of rice explode to immensity
glad sad sadhu rides bolting lightning light