Wednesday, November 17, 2010


I walk one way
And you lie down to sleep
Expecting celestial dreams
While fires burn
And waters flow
Over the green bodies of men
Their mountainous hearts
Lost again
In the blameless dark
Of holy notions
Like moon-streaked mirrors of dew

Gautama Buddha
It is what we are capable of
Dreaming nature
Until the mind-wall cracks
And the heart sinks to purple fathoms
Then deeper still
To cruise the emptiness
Of thoughtless form
While the blind seekers
Rescue us from Hell
One dumb ape at a time

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