23 February 2011
The Such-zen by the Painted Rocks
Was a locus of a thought
That conjured a path that is not a path,
Knowledge that is without knowing,
And the easy human reverence for custom,
For the stone by repetition worn.
A human god has tasted salt,
And taken the full measure of an hour under the sun
And thought's necessity,
And seen his reflection in others on life sentence.
Knowing's not belief but the being of oneself without
Desire disquantitied's but a hand outstretched,
Inviting and abiding its nature.