Moondark

In the hush of sounds

IS

The deepest Silence…

&

Within the Silence

IS

The Source

of

Creative Word…

From which springs all utterance;

Traffic tidal over the hill

to subdued ravine crickets and frogs stunned

by these cool nights.

O yes!

Raccoons

scurry up the live oak

in the bright

B.E.A.M.

from my

3^rd Eye

(“I”)

!!!

Jeweled jaded gazes reflect down

incurious banditos –

Frog-slayers

shambling

amoral

along  branches to

hide shifty.

THE BOOK OF TOKENS:

Thanks, Doc!

Indeed, sex is sacred!

I AM Yod…

Here on the Ravine Bench

after the final end of History

nothing but the fragrance

of brown rice cooking

R.E.M.A.I.N.S.

Except

4

Sacred Numbers

of

Numberless

Mystery

!

9.28.11