From infinite resignation
to infinite jest
to Knight of Faith

From arid desert
to parched hallucinations
to a cool oasis

Stay with the underground sonic majesty
prior to the mental landscape

Let Orpheus’ earthy voice
and Picasso’s Guernica
well up like a fountain

A lion sits by Saint Jerome in his cave, tamed
a gong’s echo vibrates through the air
a peregrine flushes passion from the sky

The world is beautiful but unsayable

Some experiences can only be hinted at with words

“I don’t have the words”, “words fail me”

The finger pointing at the moon

Flush away fear of the intangible,
let intuition steer reason,
love steer vision,
as Michael J Fox’s spirit
steers his broken words

Balance Ajahn Sucitto’s stillness
with American drive,
the tensionless state of the valley
with heights of mountain peaks

And grow outwards towards love,
outwards, always outwards,
or we’ll implode inwards to destruction