we are not meant to be anything.
meaning is a plaything of the mind.
we be.
being is a reflection of that
which is neither being nor nonbeing
but beyond.
so call it beyond.
beyond! beyond!
o wild beyond!
o that beyond this thought.
beyond this world of consciousness.
beyond equality of all there is in being.
beyond the body. beyond the mind. beyond intelligence.
beyond beyond!
but not beyond its love.
today the leaves are changing colors;
tomorrow the trees will lose their leaves.
next week all trees shall leave
and then next month no words remain.
how wonderful that all remains the same!
(does your reflection in the mirror make a bang?)
after the last leaf fell,
love grew on every branch.
i felt it through the picture window.
if you meet this poem on the road, kill it.
October 19, 2010
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