16 August 2009

even when you can't see them they hold you

[click image for my Carlos... you just can't see his snakeskin boots....]

I don't mind driving through the redwoods in the dark. The moment you enter into the big trees, your skin feels the love. The air becomes both pregnant with transcendence and hollow with the cosmos. You still feel your headache, but it ceases to bother you. The muscles fairly twitching with stress stop twitching and the stress has gone nowhere, but you can't find it. You cannot know! You cannot know! They speak. They make you want to die for everything to live. They are the Zen masters of the ten times, the tenth time. No one on earth knows they are mine.

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