piñon patience ground worship in sprinkles
and sparkles just the same if you attend it
or don’t
a gorge illusion gash gnarled earth open to
possible stars’ song or other extreme propositions
coyote laugh tangled in the sage
love is the warmth the light and the truth and
everywhere requires attention to how the land
suffers us in our quest to somehow invent it
pueblo mist will invigorate joy over any any armageddon
or other such european fantasy
only no discovering ululating ghost stones of
cosmic oneness with these thick hands of ego muck
and imagined logic like machine grind to build what why
seekers found in sacred lake gasping for air
boots in the muddy bottom growth escaping
instead of really looking through the mirror
of actual windows of nature of quiet
of rather obvious no-self if painful
forgiveness is just taking after the wind blow
the way spring has learned to treat winter
never ever calling it a metaphor or pretending that life isn’t life isn’t life
wisdom therefore is the acute knowing
of forgetting
to remember all the more
that’s where the family starts asleep in silly
light tinted through with campfire and forever
to only wake up eternally without abandoning
a single dream or tiny being — in that embrace
that always original consciousness of thanksgiving that doesn’t cease
and please