District of the svahas
Varying the Hanumans
In a cave of bliss
That rosin, that pancreas
We are azure whales
Be the prescence of
A snow bunting laughs
And Krishna Das cries on his harmonium
Inka to all beings
Let the petals of my mind
In a tidal river into the sea
Lesser joys darkened
And the koans rejoice
be universal 