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Cold:  moving through the dying leaves/sound of wind

dying/matters.  to the dying/to the living dying/matters.  slipping sliding bumbling tumbling moment to moment place to place dying/matters.  the dead are gone forever.  in the cemetery under a tree i sit the dead leaves flake off the trees and settle all around me.  dead people's names are written on the gravestones.  the dates of their births and deaths are carved into the gravestones.  my birthday came and went two weeks ago.  i'm a little older a little wilder now.  the dead are gone forever.  in the cemetery under a tree i stop and sit.  dead leaves flake off the trees the wind catches them they are caught by the wind they give their shape to the wind.  dying/matters.  to the living to the dying dying/matters.

i go for a walk in the woods.  i go for a walk in the woods in the woods i pick up trash.  i go for a walk in the woods in the woods i stop and sit beneath a tree.  in the woods i hear the sound the sudden explosion of gunfire.  again.  again.  close.  close.  it's too soon for deer season other animals too though have their season of death as accorded by law.  somewhere something is dying maybe very near as i sit under this tree something is dying.  gunshots explode in the air i jump.  i imagine.  i imagine.  the rolling eyes the fearful glance the frantic leap the blindness of blood.  the blood spilling out the blood so warm the blood so red.  the blood is life.  beneath the ribs beating beating through the arteries through the veins.  i know.  i know.  the animal is caged.  the warrior is dancing.  dying/matters.

beside the tree where my cat is buried i sit.  my birthday came and went two weeks ago.  the dead are gone forever.  beside the tree where my cat is buried the tree fisted into earth muscled into the earth the wind blowing the sound of wind blowing is blowing round and round the revolving earth.  the buddha is everywhere.  there is no buddha.  the animal is caged.  the warrior is dancing.

the buddha is emptiness.

last night while sleeping i began to leave my body.  i saw darkness.  i heard music.  first my head then my shoulders then my arms began to lift up out of my body.  my body a grave.  left behind.  first my head then my shoulders then my arms then i woke up.  then i woke up.  my life is the length of my body.  the buddha is everywhere.  the animal is caged.  there is no buddha.  the warrior is dancing.

the buddha is emptiness.

i get up from beside the tree i wander through the woods awhile.  i'm a little older a little wilder now.  moving cautiously away from the hunters i wander through the woods awhile.  i pick up trash.  a gentle rain begins to fall.  it leaks down through the trees everywhere it leaks down through the trees all around me.  the earth smells rich and dank with dying.  dying/matters.  my birthday came and went two weeks ago.  the dead are gone forever.  the animal is caged the warrior is dancing.  the buddha is everywhere there is no buddha.  the buddha is emptiness dying/matters.  to the living to the dying dying/matters.

this is the dream:  the dream is real/the dream is an illusion.

htsi si hte drema:  the buddha is everywhere/there is no buddha.

htsi si hte drema:  the buddha is emptiness.

i have awoken to the dream.