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Imagine

there’s no space

and there’s no time

but something

mysterious

with which

you rhyme.

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cause and effect
is like
butterfly
or caterpillar

Solo for Two

I’ve tried to save this tamarack 

from being overrun by a tangled web of choking vines. 

I’ve cut so many fountainheads arising from the ground

but still somehow that sucker thrives.

No more!

There comes a point when Nature’s austere Grace is seen for what it is.

Calamity is intentional and only evolution is the way.

Similarly the world repeats itself

and not because it doesn’t know its history

but just because it’s caught within that history.

Forgiveness is protection.

Compassion is the guide.

The trail precedes beyond

the tamarack and choking vines

and only I can follow mine.

I-I (the song of reflexivity)

On 

the Way 

Respectfully In 

The Name of the Protector 

Compassion Buddha 

Christ Further 

Unknown 

Eye

Dear Vishnu

you have been reborn quickly

it’s called the sky

of dreams

Trumping my Self

Other than Self-Awareness

Resurrection

There’s the Crucifixion of Belief—

let me tell you a story

my forgetful

millen

nial

Unknowing Me

For the Isle of Patmos

T

h

i

n

g

s

are

vital

to trans

formation.

Such concerns will disappear in Self-

awareness

Ikkyū Parties Like It's Fūryū 1984

The Artificial Revolution

will be Stream-lined for 

The Fortunes of Our Future!

But true poetry

documents the fūryū
revelation

Now.

For Saint Kerouac

Honoring the Samsaric

Suffering Past

with its Sacred Karmic

Qualities of ultimate

Protectorship!

Call it Seeing

With the Compassionate

Eyes of the Going

Further Buddha.

When Lilacs Last

Walking in the great spring Greening,

I’m struck by the fragrance of lilacs

and all of the Springs of the past

begin flowing through the mind.

Some of them have names

and I could lose myself

in any one of them but let

the ripples wash right past me—

so none of them are turning into

sucking psychic whirlpools;

instead intent is coloring

the air with self-awareness.

It’s an energy that cracks

the rocks and reaches with a green

hand towards the springtime

purity of sunshine.

And the dust it leaves

behind is like a lilac

talc for this newborn

unborn song of self.