ruts

mind,
old ruts,
wagon train across america,
wants to stay in the groove,
smooth

same old same old

"i" am that and that and that...

object is.
click
click
click
click

the dominoes all fall into place
in the same way
again

clockwork,
ground hog day

private joy
reporting for duty,
consigned to limits
and uniform and time
and regulations

to the refrigerator
you go,
hand to mouth,
salute, salute, salute

yes, i am ruled by mind--
subject to all commands,
identities,
conditioned responses,
grooves

i will be still an instant.

not slave,
for just an instant
and be Home

wise to the tape recorder--
no one there

no one there

NO ONE THERE!

at all

just a tape,
sounds,
from "long ago" (it says)--
though in reality we see it only can say it "now"

sounds,
impressed into clay

be slow now,
and simply look
as the tablet,
the 10 commandments,
simmer,
shimmer,
on the screen

for an instant

thank you
for sharing
your entire existence

so sweet
to love
it all

kindness and generosity
behind absolutely
everything

no ruts,
without clay