The locus of meaning is not
in the systemetizing brain...

Messages are for banana heads
offer me nothing less than yourself...

Let us be kind to one another
pilgrims of the forest star...

Poets
blind guides...

Townsfolk who make use of wood and stone prefer...

I hear gentle piano
in the quiet of night...

Become one with your pain
embrace it entirely...

Hit the floor as if come thru a wall.. the body...

All learning
is vanity and empty if it leads...

In an open field of rich emptiness i watch day...