What Trickster should I be tonight? Some Puck or Crow or
Kappa?
On the slopes of Mount Osore in volcanic waters of an onsen,
I bow before the water deity.
Poet, father, mystic, I. These are a few of my favorite
words.
Only being knows of lucid dreaming, cabbages, and kings.
Somewhere between cicadas and a Golden Buddha, I meet an
ancient Chinese woman on the steps of Yamadera, and she takes a picture of me.
All my life, through all the transformations, significant or
otherwise, I'm on the way to Graceland.
Whatever confidential character I dream, it's only proof I
am that great unknown.
Ah! Matsushima! Ah! Big Sur! Ah! Nisargadatta! Ah! I am!
On the shores of Lake Chocorua, before the distant peak of
Passaconaway, I watch my daughter make-believe while knowing all is love.
