You begin with words on a grid.
A circle. Things being metabolized.
This leads to compassion, beauty,
a possible kidnapping.
There are books,
one of whose words is Joy.
Remember that whether
you feel full or empty
in the suit that is your body,
Presence is here
once you remove the cap.
A shaman may surprise you,
give you a gift. Words already fill
many pages, rising from other grids,
but you can make do with a scrap
of paper so long as it is blank.
It’s fine if you don’t have a ticket;
you can buy one on board.
There is much more
whether or not you remember.