The Uncallused Hand
Section IV: Zen
I went out following the scent of grasses
and came back following the falling flowers.
The light of our true nature is something that is autonomous and natural,
and it can't be stopped. It just bubbles up all the time and is all around us.
Everywhere you look, that's it! Everything you look at, that's it!
...the swallows grew still and bats came out light as breath
around the stranger by himself in the echoes
what did I have to do with anything I could remember
all I did not know went on beginning around me....
Section 4 of the book contains the following poems:
See sample here: