drink the wisdom -- you'll find it more in the heat than in the liquid subtle - like the flavor of tea in drinking it you'll discover: there is no tea, but the tea -- a tea-less tea the life in you the life in me melted into a mound of unity
Stepping out onto a city street in the cool, unclocked hours of the morning. One looks about, but not as one does in daylight -- i.e. in response to sound. Instead, one looks about in response to the lack of sound. A clawing sound from a burrowing rat isn't worth one's attention. It's the silence that calls upon the mind as to a sailor on shore leave.
each leaf bleeds red with its own blotched pattern in its own time
the moon ‘s an echo
of the porchlight that burns
across the yard
autumn graveyard -- one tree holds its leaves for no one in particular
caterpillar crosses the wood bridge; too impatient to fly OR caterpillar crosses the wood bridge; how's it know bridges?
Tiger Riding for Beginners 