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
3rd 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
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