(Today a friend shared with me this new word - dzoku - discovered, apparently with great joy, in the index of a book of Tibetan Bon dzogchen. He thought it would make a great category label for our mutually shared 'madman happening poems' - "Dzoku Poetry - the seventh level of poetry". So I wrote him this poem in response. Then I went and did a search for this word, finding it's a hidden valley in India (Nagaland) which a trekking company offers tours to, and finding a poem published on Poetry Soup called "The Mystic Valley of Dzoku". Now I want to go trek in Dzoku and have joined Poetry Soup for life....)