The Unknowable Origin of Voice
Pen scribbles incantation
As the writing reveals itself suddenly
Reveling thought unburdens its borrowed code
Bodies dance to release their outpouring presence
Humanly, we wait
A readership to hawk the landscape
And trot out footsteps in koans
As in dreams, I drift
Authorial indeterminate
Nouns now shown as shackles-
Verbs take the crown
Unmistakably like Buddhist paradigm
All wood chopping simply no chopper
The self of no-self
Natures's embodiment
Writing embraces All
Soul at the beginning of whirpool
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