How the Buddha came to be foremost among human beings, discovering the enlightened path of liberated tracelessness
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A Definition of Bliss (for Joseph Campbell)
In this land of a quick and unexpected death, where the air is almost wet enough to drink,I am merely seeking an experience of being alive, my best and only religion,the music of tiny, bare footsteps splashing.
Out of Reach
In the stewed rhubarb flesh of the bay’s earliest fog, the water birds are undetermined. Birth and death. Nothing is attached for long.
I Exist
I am garbagewhite trash a categoryother than my skin I am wastedall of the time with the passing of the centuries a fruitfly intriguedby love
Whispering
Under a dying Sycamorea soft handsimply rises on my chest bringing something closeto comfortso lonely and satisfied.
The Art of Being
We do not paint. We are the pigments,resins, solvents and additives the soft animal bristle andhand-assembled metal bands. We do not write. We are the molecules linked together in crystalline structures, soaked into paper, allowingour thoughts to bleed at the edges. We do not make music. We are strings vibrating,communicating rhythmic visions hanging in air, that feeling of wanting […]
Soul Cliche
The growling thunder of my soul. That’s a cliche, isn’t it? But even clichescan tell the truth. In wild isolation, my soul feels crowded by thespecial conditions of living. As if it’s under a crateof cinderblocks, eighty thousand metric tons. I know. Never to use the word ‘soul’-not if you want to be a good poet. […]