sunlight through clear glass

1106/1997

and the days pass like the sun light through clear glass

night hours dragging on with the weight of four thousand days

and I was

eleven now some eight thousand days pass

and where am I what I always hope to be or

not exactly what I thought I knew then what I know now

it all makes sense but I still won’t stop to get caught in a

stare at the clock and I still can’t see where

hands are getting colder

as we move closer to complete darkness at ninety degrees

north, not as far up the sphere so not worried about the sun

never rising or falling it’s all the same few keep ringing my mind

out like a wet towel and it won’t come dry

leaves crackle under the stampede

on a leg of the table

quite uneven

if I can’t get there until tomorrow I will make it

if I try to make anyone see my point

that I know what it takes to solve all the world’s problems

om mani padme hum a little song with so much power

invoke the most high avaloketishvara

supreme compassion and still living today I smile at

all who pass a stone with writing on the bottom of a page

numbered forty nine down and one to go

one hundred days ago wouldn’t have guessed I would be here

today and in that time from now don’t know

where I will be silent

sakyamuni is my close friend

understand my words don’t mean much to anyone

ask me and I will assure you

definitely an escape from emotion

not much of an expression, but an escape from personality...