the swell sutra

the white noise of breakers emerging from the silver silent fog.

but there is never an end for there is ever no beginning.

so waves keep rolling in yet there never is a wave.

ah, never trust appearances.

the crashing surf and rockbound shore are variations on the fantasy of time.

we are always traveling at 700 million miles per hour!

(beyond the basho / silver light expectorates / the syllables of)

mind can only mind that which is the mind.

sometimes you eat the bear. sometimes the bear eats you. sometimes you understand you've always been the bear.

you're so vain, you probably think you're you.

i think not; i am all.