FROM
PREPARATIONS:-
with
Michael McClure's 'wet plank'
NOTHINGNESS GIVES RISE
TO ME
MONKEY MIND BUILDS
CATHEDRALS
NEWS NEVER CHANGES
A PATRIARCH SAYS THERE
IS NO
MOMENT OF EMOTIONAL
PASSION
THERE ARE THREE THINGS
I
MOVIES OUT THERE
THE PARADE GOES ON
EXPERIENCE IS
WEIGHTLESS
I KNOW EMPTINESS
EMPTINESS IS A FORM
THE SMELL OF MORNING
INCENSE
REXROTH BELIEVES
EVERYTHING
THE SCARLET-HEADED
WOODPECKER
WITH SOFT FLEXIBLE MIND
THE WHTIE HANDS WITH
LONG FINGERS
THE PINK OF DAWN IS
GONE
SILENCE IS A ROAR
A DOE CROSSING THE
STREET
– A LITTLE NAKED OF
EGO
NOR DOES KNOWLEDGE
CHANGE
DESPITE FASCINATION
DARK PATHS ARE THE WAY
NOT TO THINK OF BUDDHA
BEAUTEOUS ONE, GIVE ME
THE SHAPE OF MY
THOUGHTS
A SMALL INSECT
CRIPPLEDLY HOBBLES
THE CLEAR CENTER IS
PRESENT
CALM MAKES A FRAME
EACH RAINDROP IS AN
INSTANT
STUDY OF SELF PEELS
OFFENSIVELY
I MAKE MY CENTER IN
DELUSION
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