Too tired to explain,
What's written here
had to be here,

Fingers typing
by themselves.

Excavation

Dig dig dig,
Dig deeper;

A spade moving
By itself,

Finding nothing
But space.

Sometimes my head's chopped off,
Without even realising,
It was on the block.

Even mountains
- I'll swallow whole.

The moon
Fits nicely,
Inside your head.

Shiva statue,
Closer than
My own face.

Practice your whole life,
The tight-rope's
A million miles wide!

This world is smoke,
So move softly,
It’s all you have.

Night dream
Flows into
Day dream
- Whose dream?

Can’t grab it
And yet,
Mind still shows up
For work.

Spontaneous perceptions
Perceived by no-body,
Even these words,
Even this world,
Floating, in vast sky.

Cows,
Running down the hill,
They're real,
But gone.

Each moment blooms
Like infinite flowers,
Surging forth from the fertility
Of unknowable ground.

That tree,
Smiling,
- as if it knew me.

All these words,
thrown,
Into a black hole.