Monday, April 20, 2009

Poems found upstairs at City Lights, San Francisco, CA




Four Questions
-Lalla

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.


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(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
move-