In the cool, fresh of the early morning, August
Eugene, Oregon around 4am, before
the sun begins to rise, the heavens
open, into, . . . an invisible eye.
Slowly from the east,
the edges melt, boundaries
open and flow, whoever
you are, whatever you have, know that it is already a good.
Light a candle, be still; become
the place where the mountains meet.
Walking, with bone, bare foot, mid-morning,
10am, a short walk on Hayes Street. Traveling
into, traveling through, . . . the deep, and infinite space,
beneath the ground. Later
into the night, in a dream you find your way, outside
the prison of the mind. Poking
your head, outside the tangle of the world. Free
like a molten gold white light, an enlivening and vibrant peace
you flow, back. Not, not, not,
yet not, complete, not about right, nor wrong, not good nor evil, not
of pride and sin, nor fame, or fortune, nor of name
and gain. Not to think whether I am okay whether or I am not okay.
Beyond this, the earth anointed light radiates through. where everywhere, everything is a promise.
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