Not of Ergot (Vision)

Am unready for the substance of the bodhi tree, I will drink the cactus rain and wait for glory, but is that water just the heat tempting me to cross, are those desert blossoms my infinite regress ? And will I ever be the same where those sand dunes blow, if my time has come and gone will I ever know ? Will I be lost unto my self if the vision stops ? I will lay just where I am ‘til the penny drops ! Seeing through the unborn self here Through the unborn eye. made that green oasis, my caravanserai, at one to leave or part with ease, set down the camel on it’s knees.