Monday, April 20, 2009

Poems found upstairs at City Lights, San Francisco, CA

Four Questions

Who is awake and
who asleep?

What is this lake that is
continuously oozing back into the earth?

What can a human being
offer to God?

What do we most deeply want?

The Answers:

The mind is what sleeps.
What recognizes itself as God
is awake.

This always-disappearing lake
is made of our appetites,
these movings-about,
this talking and listening.

The only offering you can make to God,
is your increasing awareness.

And the last desire is
to be God in human form.


(end of "Fission":)

ever-tighter wrappings

of the layers of the real: what is, what also is, what might be that is, what could have been that is, what might have been that is, what I say that is, what the words say that is, what I say that is-
Don't move don't

wreck the shroud, don't