from

          Cloud, Mountain 


                             
samsara whirlpool

raw data of color red

raw data of a person

but words from a person are harder not to judge

can the words be raw?

acceptance and awareness are in conflict

thought of "water as water"
that is, pure  - to really taste it
but not think of it as a symbol of purity
to taste its quality
but objectively
water is neutral
as is the blue of the sky
so we do not cling to it
but neither should we not see it
not taste it

.

More than crescent, moon between broken banks of clouds
                       just gray in the end of twilight, dark sky
the clouds hold in the depth with fractal edges like waves
                       in Japanese prints, stylized across the blackness
driving toward the horizon in gegenschein:
                       the earth-shadow,	
memories of other evenings
                       flood at once 
over days of non-resemblance
                       the moments
seen linked in time 
                       only now

.

Day of darkness lightened by the death of twilight
                        weighed under gray lead
with thoughts of self-hatred
                         no entry into
the values others define
                         except a reminder
                         in a solitary car

                                                  Or this day feels like the opening
of a Hardy novel
                         the narrative grit as
            a stranger returns 
                         
.

Word-thoughts with no meaning
                           Lately I have
it seems been living only in the now
                                                      even when
      the depression hits  
                           I comment as if
      watching a play
                           as the character says earnestly
"If I had a gun I'd..."
                           which I just asked
myself 

.

Man, woman shot outside bar
a 1 a.m. scuffle outside the Cloud 9
woman rushed to hospital

Schumacher, 30, surprised the youths
in a wooded area
then was knocked off his feet
by a shotgun blast

was shot in the lower abdomen

She had seen a sketch
of a woman
it resembled her sister
State Police distributed sketches
after the bodies were found

both women were shot
in the chest
with a high powered rifle

                presents a major public health problem . . .

he kicked the victim
approximately 40 times
in the head

.

    One day Kukai saw a very old man meditating in a cave 
on top of a mountain.  He went up to him and bowed, but 
the old man ignored his visitor.  Inspired by the silence,
Kukai immediately sat down opposite the old man.  After
a while, the old man got up to make tea.  When the tea
was ready, the old man took a cup for himself, put the
cup back and resumed his meditation.  Kukai then arose
and took a cup of tea and back put it back down as the
old man had done.  Neither of them uttered a word.

     In the evening, the old man got up and prepared
dinner and ate.  Kukai  came forward and ate with
him.  After dinner they both sat again.  In the middle
of the night, the old man got up and took a stroll
around the mountain.  Kukai did likewise; then both
returned to their seats.  The next day passed in the
same manner.  They meditated together and shared their
simple meals in silence.  After seven days the old man
spoke, saying, "Sir, where do you come from?"  Kukai
replied, "The South."  The old man continued, "What
makes you come here?"  Kukai said, "To see you."  "My
face is just like this," the old man said abruptly, with a 
quick hand gesture. "There is nothing unusual about it."

                                          

                                                  from a work in progress