scene 7. let the sunshine pop.

Orange yellow sandstone canyons are appearing in Mesa Verde.

The spacetime of Ancestral Puebloans arise in a timeless silence.

Into a circular underground cathedral called a kiva—

the heart of Brahman.

scene 6. highway one.

In samsara, I am somebody. In maya, I am. In reality, there's the principle of existence.

Mountains and rivers and the hydrologic holy see—

crossing the Bixby Creek Bridge somewhere between Seattle and Manhattan Beach.

scene 5. long fall in franconia notch.

The last time I saw the Old Man of the Mountains was during that colorful long fall in Franconia Notch, October 2002.

He finally fell in May of '03.

In my opinion, the interstate did it, although I know the caws of crow are countless.

scene 4

Ravens are whirling in this medicine wheel. Rattlesnakes are turning ouroboros.

Big Sur waves are crashing like Jack Kerouac. Monterey is popping.

Basho in Matsushima. The Bhagavad Gita on Walden Pond.

Scene 3

In a Valley in Vermont, the Green Mountain Boys

and Girls are playing Bluegrass like Kentucky Derby Day.

Dead Flowers and Autumn Leaves,

Pink Cadillacs and an Urge for Going,

Turn, Turn, Turn.

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The Mahavakya of the Mandukya is Ayam Atma Brahma.

Consciousness is the ground. Existence is the principle.

You are That. I am Brahman. We are the walrus.

footnotes

1. "The time has come the Walrus said, to talk of many things: of shoes and ships and sealing-wax of cabbages and kings."

2. "People ask the way to Cold Mountain but you can't get here from there.

Vines hang in spiraling loops, ancient rock rises high and steep, monkeys gather highland fruit, egrets fill their bills with fish from an icy pond. One or two scrolls of the immortals go murmuring by. 

If your heart is the same as my heart, we’re already here."

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september river saturday—the crossword puzzles of marina docks are full of words—serenity, destiny, grace—blue moon, morning star, dream catcher—at last, time out, why not