((Trees))

Walk through a forest at night,
and say to yourself,
"I am in outer space,
and Mars is next door."

((I/O))

Ask a child.
His memories are of infancy.
Infinity.

Ask the dead.
No memories stored there in their head.
Eternal silence.

((Bliss in Water))

Every mind attempts
a vortex, gives metaphor to
the world, funnels featureless objects.

Its face emanates in reassuring ignorance.

Mental action names
the image, tends towards allowing
vertices in a fog, perforces reading
the local ideas.

Chaos, the joinder,
Hides character,
A radiant node,
A cluster of holes, where
Each day, ideas are constantly rushing,
dead in decency,
emerging from the fog.

The enlightened soul
returns, physical,
a foggy whirlpool,
basis suspended.

The circle of rocks proceeds,
bliss in water, energy in combination.