koem 3: Mountain and River

This world, this thought-induced

hallucination, this—

divisive, selfish, non-

existent mountainous minus—

but all the words in all

the world will never do

—just rest within what is—

the river of no words…

koem 2: Leaf Belief

The leaves of trees are me

in ways more intelligent than one.

As mind, they are its own

illusions concocted by senses and spells.

As consciousness, they are part

and parcel of one universal body—

as is this hand now writing.

As pure awareness, it is mere

appearance—within

that nameless indefinable subject—

of which some display, at less

than the speed of light, is discerning

itself objects, being one

as borrowed subject—the other be leaf.

koem 1: My Story

Call it dreaming, although

as soon as anything is named,

it’s something other than

the actual experience.

The leaves of a tree become

a stereotypical two-dimensional

representation on naming

a living mystery “leaves of a tree.”

If the nature of dreaming

is naming, then what is naming the dreaming?

What knows the dream in a dream?

Follow that question down this whole

and catch an intuition

by its tale: I’m not my story.