Saturday, January 27, 2007

past these mountains as they sleep
(in savassana)
wont break the dream
even to acknowledge their brother
as i drive by
all the thoughts in this world
couldnt move them to see

the hawk up there
sloping across her bare breasted lover
lover as mountain
loves visible returns
through this place
as though it matters much
as if to see it
is to touch
timeless beauty
inspite of us