spiritual language poetry & writings

notes toward a cosmic folklore – XXXII



Just going about our business, are we, not trying to bear witness?

No tunnel-visionary, you, just worm-holing to see what you can

see, lighting your own way as you go? (Then it hits you—If you

lived out of your body, you’d be out of your mind.) (And you

think—when you’re catching up to the past what’s so modern

about being modern?) Yes, survival is an exaltation of form,

green thoughts, the rhythm of one’s first love…But gone, like

breaking news, is this fleeting river.