| Devani: | Isn't this crypto-Buddhist? |
| Carlos: | Ya cun call it anything you like, butt ta me it's simply bad poetry. |
| Anya: | Yeah. At times this guy gets too pedantic. |
| Bruce: | Let's wipe our eyes . . . |
Sky-Mind
Ideas are like clouds in the sky:
arising from nothingness
changing into distinct patterns
then vanishing from sight
What shape are the patterns
of your mind?
How well are your thoughts
and aspirations aligned?
Close your eyes
and imagine the sky
When you wipe away all ideas
What's in between
those two eyes?
Hear the author read this poem