(Fo)rest and
(Revel)ation
Walking
Not hanging
Amongst the trees
For breathing and
Being free
All we need
In through the nose
Out through the mouth
Calling deep wisdom
To me
Satisfied in the mystery
My feet carry me into the
(Fo)rest for
(Revel)ation

11/03/18

Native Park
With the Other People
Smoking and drinking
Watching the sky move
Together
In solitude
Chasing the alone away
Judgment relinquished
When we remember
​Birds of a feather...

Who is the ghost?
Who are the living?
Why do we take the density
so seriously?
If things aren't real
But real is only a thing
What is illuminated?
A reel?
A moving picture show
Of unreal things?
I think on my ghost
And ask why do you live for me?
What is there inside the dying of me?
Is it everything 
Unreal
Unseen
Behind being
A no-thing-ness
A form-less-ness
Never born
​Never dying
Never being?
Like the space
between my unparted lips 
Open
And vibrate me 
Into ex-is-tense
Where time is laid upon
My no-thing-ness
Respire
Heat me with each breath
Ignite me
Into being
Spiraling into the fire
Out of a native dark-ness
Re-member me
In reality
In this fantastic phantasm
Of being

ki           the language
kuro      of breaking
kalium   down to the ashes
alkali      undoing the flesh
kali         to become again
ka           through desire