I. Sutra of Measure
We believe in distance...

Between now and then
there is a ripple, a valley...

What I say is not theatrical
in the usual sense...

Religions are not the destination;
they are veils of mercy...

She wanted to make a documentary
about a clown...

Dual parts complete
only as one...

If the Son of the Almighty
came and sat beside you...

The real awakening
is remembering...

The deer passed
through the thin air of distance...

I saw your cold cadaver.
I embraced your cold cadaver...

There was a path of brief moments
_at the table in the park...

You call my poems ancient,
yet read them as if they breathe...