DOT... LETTER... WORD...
A field of gravity soaked
The field of wheat. And gravity
Soaked the space the earth was turning
In. The brave sequoia tree
Grips the ground, the ground bears every-
Thing, till everything is sane.
And all the open sesame seeds
Are empty. And what our busy brain
Cannot see we call it empty.
That is really ultra-being.
So when we see the solid hills,
What exactly are we seeing?
Yaacov David Shulman