Letter One - After 53rd Dharma Devotion - It's Own Gravity

 

DIFFICULT     the light   my eyes

being used to darkness      the sounds of cats fighting

here in Slaughter    this alley

being August & all

my memory of toy race cars invoked by their shrill voices.

Nature hiding herself at THIS hour

there’s Mars louder than it’ll ever get in

a lifetime

thick against another August sky making a

shadow

of unremembered dreams & ancient

habits or the CHIEF FEATURE (as Gurdjieff would say)

 

Doing

Its best to

Reject

EVERY last particle of light in the effort to

Cling

To that

Indwelling force

Needs to justify – force creates its own sauce – its own

Gravity

 

the force credited (one time back when) w/ survival   now running the

show.

 

The Stuck (meanwhile) in its regal milky white

realm

of summer melt   a

matter for further contemplation

is

awash in the absence of light

& who knows  owl activity maybe  but

shimmered

by ancient

sound of white over rocks    same force propels August & this peN.

 

 

4:07AM - 8.01.03