Close your eyes to the tangible
Let the worldly, fall gently, to sleep
Wander in your deep oasis…
The spirit of creation, stirring.
A Vision! A stone in a washing river –
“Morphosis, reaching more life”
Bending branches, releasing questions.
Past the Promise, and deserted penance
at zero time – eternal return
no clicking hands, but naked palms
(caressing the earth) in no-control
at zero time
no ghosts respond
no sea of crimson
no dancing horses
no resting place
Let go of the notion of a palace of peace…
no-mind, at all-
We see more!