1.
closing night
crow clans
air swim
towards
bowing
horizon
who
offers
the
sun
up
prayer
air paths
each
day
unpredictable
hawks
or
play
i ask
what letters
they write
one
strokes
M
to
V
in my
mind’s eye
black
spots
cross
the
moon
the
floaters
in
my
left
eye
2.
high
night
moon
mid sky
opposing
pole
star
“as
the
crow
flies”
2
miles
west
along
the
equinox
line
ocean
roar
carried
east
in
slight
breeze
i
stand
on
+
3.
how
to draw silence
other
than
from
its well
of
no mind
you
hand a blank page
in
a white room window open
to
a breezeless moment
in
no where
all
shoved into a passing car
with
the last echo
of
the hand waving goodbye
that
handed the blank page
sounding
the moment
none
of this can camouflage
breath
heart
beat
blood
flowing
mind’s
unstoppable
monologue
other
than
left
behind
in
the
ascent
through
the
heart
oriented
to
the
pole
star
mouth
of
the
well
4.
the
net of institution for seekers
flypaper
for flies
after
all the seeking
after
all the devotion
after
all the acts placed on the altar of sacrifice of no reward
after
all the doings of undoings & undoings of doing undoings
perhaps
in a moment of stilled good fortune
or
earned grace the miser offers
the
coin of nothing
the
full
moon’s
secret
the
token earned to see with
the
monocle of the moon
to
hand over for the passage over
that
hand holding the paid passage
pulls
the token inside out
the
other shore appears from
point
of pointlessness to horizon
of
nothing’s circumference
all
woven
with
the
weft
cords
&
warp
chords
of
emptied
emptiness
5.
the
imaginary membranes of separateness
with
the cutting of the rope the storm ended
the
ocean calmly sighed into a rare cleansed mirror
following
the finish line of a final circumnavigation
into
the mouth of expanding radiance harbor
endurance
faded crossing indentations & embossments
on
the plains of discontentment &contentment
they
found shelter in the hidden crag
of
betweens pitching their tents
at
the mountain’s base
with
canvases of nothing
where
stood the unexpected clock
with
circumambulating hands
their
calligraphic brushes
stroking
majestic stoic zen circles
the
center was missing the open secret
the
moment when appears the revealers
their
phenomena the accelerator
colliding opposites in slow motion
all
essential particles identical light
the
illumination seen throughout the all
halving
the circle of eternal time
the
bows of revelation
unleashed
their arrows of light
into
hearts not closed to the moment
the
imaginary membranes
of
separateness burst into flame
the
universe of locked puzzle pieces unfolded
icons
covering refreshing pools of the sweetest water
fed
from the one’s artesian spring
on the mountain top few heroes reach
6.
an
idol
is
not
an
idol
nor
worship
rote
when
o
is
the
famous
drop
holding
the
ocean
of
love
embracing
&
permeating
creation
the
serene
reflecting
pool
in
front
the
house
of
love
reflects
on
all
afloat
in
the
lover’s
heart
on
the
lip
of
the
pond
the
diving
board
rings
the
beloved’s
name
another
lift
off
soft
as
a
rose
marigold
or
lotus
petal
spiraling
off
the
altar
through
lovingly
repeated
mantra
atmospherics
to
clear
the
way
for
the
beloved
centered
in
every
he
a
r t
