she's having a life
while im just sitting here

A Big Apple fell on Me.
Red and Juicy
Sliced it carefully
Tasted so Yummy.

Genuine like a child
Candid like an open book
Exotic like The Wild
Reassuring like a second look

If there was a message in this bottle,
I'd sip until I could see.
Drinking dulcet dreams
of what I wish you'd say to me.

910

Experience is the Angled Road
Preferred against the Mind
By—Paradox—the Mind itself—
Presuming it to lead

Quite Opposite—How Complicate
The Discipline of Man—
Compelling Him to Choose Himself
His Preappointed Pain—

I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.

And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.

When we recognize
Time as illusion
As mind created
Same goes for space..

Then we rely
On direct reporting
From our senses
Just the is-ness
Of it all..

Is-ness is 1st
Then the mind
Climbs aboard
Naming and claiming
And is-ness fades
Into the background
Once more and
Once more...