don't know

i know nothing...

don't know

raspberry play tarts
are as real as barberry
smoke stakes

detroit cars
shrinking down to miniature ants

anything is possible
in imagination

but ours seems limited
by these "past" images

until we witness
Chagall's mind
we never put
houses on top of cars
and baseballs in soup
and tails on faces
that are all eyes
in the back that is the front
and where there is no upside
nor downside

there's only inside
and not that
besides that

i quiver

and know nothing

no one unthing

flowering fences
that reach out
and kiss you
in your sleep

and you don't even know it

LET this imagination run wild!

that every blade of grass
is your lover
adoring you the world over

why use it to enslave yourself,
a victim of your helpless neighbor

oh dear one,
dearest closest lover,
Self of This

joy
is what it is for

enslave no more
the earthworm
or yourself
as victims of corporate greed

it is not so

You are everything, Love,
every single thought
feeling
picture

the bird playing the fiddle
while swinging
timelessly
on that gorgeous puffy cloud!

that's you, dear one

"there is nothing
my Holiness cannot do"

let the Mind open
to show you all of it

the circus is rinnging!

and stillness all around