Camping 4

The tent is an eminent, shining light,

Glowing within and without.

Only the thin walls of time

Exist to define its shape.

There is no heartland in the tent,

There is only the openness of

Air, Space and Time -

Heart flows everywhere with its

Motion in hidden dimensions.

Camping in the Stratosphere

My whitest bed is a speeding planet,

With memory and expanding space.

The sheets are layers of impermanence,

Peeled off, replaced by new, temporary

meanings.

The structure of the Hawaiiana, pineapple posts

Add the comedic element to the contemplative

Nature of the lightening way.

Though the space does not stop at the edge

of the softness,

It hovers in the emptiness of its own time,

With a specific permanence that transcends itself.