The FoolJul 18, 20201 min readTantric Banter.Who?No, says IWhere?Here says IHow?Who? says IDreams?Birds, says IThoughts?Trees, says IMen?Grass, says IGod?Fool, says ILife?Where? says IDeath?There! says ISun?Earth, says IYou?Laughing, says I
Who?No, says IWhere?Here says IHow?Who? says IDreams?Birds, says IThoughts?Trees, says IMen?Grass, says IGod?Fool, says ILife?Where? says IDeath?There! says ISun?Earth, says IYou?Laughing, says I
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….