Time searched the hallways for a mind. Hands kept time. The climate altered like a visible dance.
Night-time women. Wondrous sacraments of doubt Sprang sullen in bursts of fear & guilt in the ****’s pit hole below The belt of the beast ~~~
Worship w/words, w/ sounds, hands, all joyful playful & obscene-in the insane infant.
Old men worship w/long noses, old soulful eyes. Young girls worship, exotic, indian, w/robes who make us feel foolish for acting w/our eyes. Lost in the vanity of the senses which got us where we are. Children worship but seldom act at it. Who needs temples & couches & T.V. ~~~
We can do it on a sunny floor w/friends & make any sound or movement that comes. Roll on our backs screaming w/mirth glad in the guilt of our madness. Better to be cool in our worship & gain the respect of the ancient & wise wearing those robes. They know the secret of mind-change reality. ~~~
“Have you ever seen ***?” -a mandala. A symmetrical angel.
Felt? yes. *******. The Sun. Heard? Music. Voices Touched? an animal. your hand. Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water & wine. ~~~
An angel runs Thru the sudden light Thru the room A ghost precedes us A shadow follows us And each time we stop We fall ~~~
No one thought up being; he who thinks he has Step forward ~~~
Shrill demented sparrows bark The sun into being. They rule dawn’s Kingdom. The cars- a rising chorus- Then workmen’s songs & hammers The children of the schoolyard, a hundred high voices, complete the orchestration ~~~
“In that year there was an intense visitation of energy. I left school & went down to the beach to live. I slept on a roof. At night the moon became a woman’s face. I met the spirit of Music.” ~~~
An appearance of the devil on a Venice canal. Running, I saw a Satan or Satyr, moving beside me, a fleshy shadow of my secret mind. Running, Knowing. ~~~
The day I left the beach
A hairy Satyr running behind & a little to the right.
In the holy solipsism of the young
Now I can’t walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel their vibes thru my skin, the hair on my neck -it rises.