Morning Trip (73)

“even before trees rocks I was nothing
when I’m dead nowhere I’ll be nothing

this ink painting of wind blowing through pines
who hears it?

sin like a madman until you can’t do anything else
no room for any more

fuck flattery success money
all I do is lie back and suck my thumb

one long pure beautiful road of pain
and the beauty of death and no pain

mirror facing mirror
nowhere else

passion’s red thread is infinite
like the earth always under me

a woman is enlightenment when you’re with her and the red thread
of both your passions flare inside you and you see

your name Mori means forest like the infinite fresh
green distances of your blindness

my monk friend has a wierd[sic] endearing habit
he weaves sandals and leaves them secretly by the roadside

no words sitting alone night in my hut eyes closed hands open
wisps of an unknown face

we’re lost where the mind can’t find us
utterly lost”
–Ikkyu

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One thought on “Morning Trip (73)

  1. Wow! Incredible! It brings it down to earth, this moment, eyes closed, open wisps. Thank you for your kind words on my blog today. I change so quickly, cannot hold on to emotion, it flows through. Sadness, then a banana winks. Hoping you get this comment. I commented for two hours yesterday and it looks like most of them were lost.

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