The Tao of Headdress

Logograms line where plumage rises.
Feathers lift in blackened curve.

Deeply bled, deadly red, there’s a flush
to the face, where angular shapes

adorn the forehead. Bowing, the head
reveals its crown of luminescence.

Here, Sahasrāra, lotus of one thousand
petals, glows. Its pericarp golden,

the seventh chakra transforms the war
bonnet, enters an enlightened orbit,

where the Three Treasures soar beside
eagle, wing abreast crow,

and the bloodbath of genocide ceases
its flow.