​(I was relying on you, and)
You broke—your wrist, your car--
Your were grouchy squinted
Lurked in the coulior.

Till you split, your skin
Let out goldenrod shafts
(I rode on the river
Of sailors and crafts).

You sometimes hear
A voice call
You, (while I hear
Two beasts brawl

Amidst the trees):
Walk into the bamboo
Forest, find—or inscribe
A billet-doux

(I will be hiding,
Not thinking,
The mud walls slide,
The valley is sinking),

Straighten out the nests,
Move a branch, let
In some sun, the bird
Drinks from the rivulet,

The sun is blazing,
It is only a glass
Its source is beyond
Photons and mass.

The feather display
Of the argus pheasant,
The sweet tomorrow
In the ubiquitous present,

The clouds below, the
Rock face, clinging
Trees, pure sky, a
Crown of a cloud, 
You find the swinging

Pendulum of your heart
As high as La Paz,
A driving wind
Whips away the “hurrahs,”

You rebuild the hut
The storm had torn down,
On the crest of the hill,
The ultimate crown.

​This beautiful song
Doesn’t have a goal,
It is the surf
Emerging from the shoal

It is the wind
Blowing from the soul.
Take every creation
Let go of its button hole

And it will rise.
In everything that you learn
In everything you do,
Ignore what it will earn,

And you will reach
The motherlode,
Rise beyond anode
And cathode.

Then freedom 
Will fly down to you,
A wise and gaudy
Cockatoo.

The wind is blowing
It knocks down the signs,
It blows down the priests 
And flattens the shrines,

This hurricanes
Whose deafening roar
Erases the edge
Of road and shore,

Let us strip away,
Purpose, design,
The thinking of human
Cattle and swine.

How odious it seems,
This roaring of the elements,
Devouring the field,
Pulling down the fence,

How quiet inside,
This silent instinct
To be wise, to sing,
To be unlinked,

To be in touch with God,
To live higher
Than targets, happy
In our gold and sapphire.

​Acknowledging the source from which
The dimness grows bright
The electrons fuzz
Upon the visor of the knight

Is where my thought is as free
As an electron unmoored
Or a photon that sings
Released from the cord.

Beyond electrons, and photons
Free, insubstantial,
The sun and the skull
The trace of the financial

Is the unknown,
The object of prayer,
And entirely Other
Past stratum, past layer.