A moment reached into absence

a dream fell from its mooring

spinning as a feather

snowflake melting

downward until

it was earth

teeming abandonment

ants and pill-bugs

grass or twisted leaf

small and countless

forgotten everywhere

right outside our door

this bottom floor

of Life


A dream was free

freed to wander

not tethered to night

to fear, lust or compulsion

beyond sensory deprivations

quite bountiful solitude


not aspiring to memory


Oh what company!

lost rhymes

broken treadmills

love that grew up short

seeping as cloud fallen rain

taken into nothingness

without a struggle








surrounded by nothingness

beyond spacetime

where love is all

one thing