Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Country of Perfection

My gurus have always been stop signs and red lights 
Just a dream wrapped in a dreamer inside a dreaming.

This country of evolution is perfection as it is
All crickets and the sound of no boats on a September river.

Knowing what I’m not reveals I am the only knowledge
This red dirt muddy water universe beginning and ending.

On the silver sands of self-awareness.

I saw a sign
She is a dream
This universe
Perfection as it is.

I heard a world
The silence spoke
We are the word
That self-awareness is.

I saw a sign
That lightning struck
This thunder cried
A sign is always I.

I am
The sign.

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