2012-10-16

the fire-bird sonnet


embodiment is not thoughtlessness;

one wakes from the dream to be in the dream—

no matter, what happens.

in the practice of detachment,

religions are formed around attachment to practice.

trees dropping off leaves—

bare tree awareness!

a working class zero is something to be.

look for the one with the sun in her eyes and she's gone—

reflection, illumination, dark mother of light.

the ball keeps bouncing; after inward comes outward—

going crackers: in the soup but not of the soup.

the phoenix rises from the ashes of self-destruction;

the fire-bird flies on the fuel of pure reality.

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