In the morning I practice the mindful
Nothingness where
Something always
Comes up,
Heart Center
A simple path
Through
Dark firs
Six Bells
Six bells of the morning
Watch the
Sun floating free,
Horizon:
Elusive, geometric, perfect nothing
Drive Through Apocalypse
Head for the drive-through
Apocalypse up the main drag
Your Math Shelter At Homework
I’m mad at math.
Wailing at the Wall
So the show must go on. The whistle under the veil. The Torah under the skirt. Welcome the new moon. Hallelujah.