the moon cave
- The Moon Cave is clear and deep,
- The environment most beautiful;
- The one who dwells there
- Makes a living upside down,
- Refining the gold potion
- In the jade furnace,
- Cooking white snow sprouts
- In the gold cauldron.
- Operating the cosmic cycle,
- Turning the handle of the big dipper,
- Alternately passive and active,
- Conveying the flow of energy,
- Having passed through all barriers
- He freely sails the silver river in peace.
days of miracle and wonder
- The grass is full of codes.
- The signs are everywhere:
- used condom, apple core, a baby's sock.
- You might suppose this is just rubbish
- left by lovers, picknickers, and last night's yobs
- but I know better:
- Objects in your path are never
- without some significance.
- A trail of crumbs, a rusty lamp, a shiny bean-
- you must be quick to recognize the hand of fate
- and so I'm walking clockwise
- round the common, seven times seven
- before the dawn, deciphering:
- hoping the crumbling In Bru tin,
- the globe of shiny foil,
- the punctuation of the smoked-down stubs
- (each one uniquely marked)
- will open up the world and its great mystery to me.
- For if the mountains are proclaiming glory
- but they can't be seen,
- what is it that the scattered litter here is whispering?
potu 25
- The eightfold Yoga
- the six regions of the body
- the five states
- they have all left and gone
- totally erased
- and in the open
- Void
- I am left
- amazed.
- There is but a red rounded Moon
- A fountain of white milk
- for delight.
- The unobtainable Bliss
- has engulfed me.
- A precipice of light.
bohemiens en voyage
- The prophetical tribe, that ardent eyed people,
- Set out last night, carrying their children
- On their backs, or yielding to those fierce appetites
- The ever ready treasure of pendulous breasts.
- The men travel on foot with their gleaming weapons
- Alongside the wagons where their kin are huddled,
- Surveying the heavens with eyes rendered heavy
- By a mournful regret for vanished illusions.
- The cricket from the depths of his sandy retreat
- Watches them as they pass, and louder grows his song;
- Cybele, who loves them, increases her verdure,
- Makes the desert blossom, water spurt from the rock
- Before these travelers for whom is opened wide
- The familiar domain of the future's darkness.