My mind found a door
in the middle of the road
with lights strung all 'round.

The last starved kitten
in a box of dead siblings
takes one last deep breath.

I'm walking on air
over the chasm between
the dual and nondual.

What butterfly would
land upon the hand of him
who clenches a net?

I want to touch rock
as rain slides down its surface

and wait for the trees.