I wrote this in my twenties
I call it............ THE FOOL
[/size Water is the soul in which I drain the cup of my form.
Waste not a particle of brain tissue.
It's the focus of all our being.
From the smell of a rose, to the touch of a nail.
Feel with your soul and be as you are.
It's the hour of drainage.
Be on your guard and water your sight.
Let go below the outer shell.
What's a song to me when I have no one to hear?
Formless clouds are raining on my cupless form.
Dripping into my closet is a fool who grows into my waste basket and gravitates to a point of sanity rejection.
It's a fool to you I hope is true.
And true to you is he who is a fool.
Water him.
Boil him.
Feel him and absorb him.
It is he who cries for you soul, because he has no place to go.
Let go of the fool and sigh for your loss and rejoice in you gain.
There's always another water-closet fool.
And to feel my tear is to cry myself awake.
Sleep, however, is not right, for it's not the time to cry tonight.
Water yourself and be as you are.
It's the water that creates and water that destroys.
Use what water has destroyed to create the form that is yours to destroy and create from.
Seek your essence.
It surrounds you.
Surround yourself and water it through to the root.
You'll grow and grow, "till it's time to cry for the tree to go down.
And from it's seeds are you again.
To start anew.
A spirit that is all and all that is you in the all of your life.
Remember to be your all and to feel your all and to see your all as opposed to the all of another.
They see, but not what you see.
There sight has been fixed for them alone.
Don't look at yourself.
But, see the you that is the all.
Feel the you that is the all.
Touch the you that is the all.
It is then that freedom is no longer a dream, but acheived.
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december 1984
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