there might be treasures
in the piles of hoarded stuff
but i did not ask
there might be treasures
in the piles of hoarded stuff
but i did not ask
i have left a place
to which i shall not return
except in my dreams
the ghost of your thought
drifts in the back of my mind
soundless and unseen
bless the road ahead
part this sea of endless cars
i have far to go
silence has fallen
on the mighty 405
not a car in sight
i will do this thing
though i do not know the way
i will find a path
i am one shadow
among ten thousand shadows
one but not alone
dimly shadowed dreams
glimmer in the spaces
between unsaid words
particles of light
exquisite in their silence
fall in liquid pools
the buddha resides
in transmission gears as well
as flower petals