Sunday, September 28, 2008

a philosopher in meditation


at the basement

i live here. two colors of light.

beautiful darkness.

calm coming of dimming

as i sit in the corner

looking for an opening

of my mind. this is it.

this isn't. how about this?

if and if. but what if?

test it with fire.and water.

and let air flow. what happens?

at the basement

i have long lived here.

your children will not see me.

your children's children

will not even remember me.

darkness and light.

silence and so much noise

within the heart of the

philosopher. two colors.

white hair. red blood.

and his skull. the odor

of rotten matter escapes

out of the chimney.

he is burned. he is charred.

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