Line Way More Open Than Only All Light

Dancing lines of our theory minds:
Formless, beginningless, real
Theoretical images:

Live minds. We all gather at a
Dark forest's edge, at the waters'
Edge, at dawn, to speak together,

To reflect each other, to let
Interior essence enter.
The borders, peaks, slopes, bodies of

Our languages. We find light and
Voices, however far They are,
Your oldest friends forever friend.

All will be well while we do We.

                                                        sips of imageless under-known:

                                                        colorless blue water,
                                                        waves free of energy
                                                        swell out of the center,

                                                        feed the loop each way,
                                                        eternally perfect
                                                        homeostatic rest.

Our real relations, routes,
Routines, records, patterns,
Paths, pilgrimages, ideas,

Intentions, interests -
Mine our mind-lands for meaning-
Decision-action, connect our

Insites: remote fam radio
Station, small mountains, flat farms,
Helpful unread yellow brown book,

Rough dangerous human surface,
Di'm old grey gross wooden room,
Work-dancers break out beyond light;

Crystalline Minds grow and die-solve.


                    Earlier Draft :


The dancing lines of our theory minds:
formless, beginningless, real and
theoretical images:

Live minds. We all gather at a
Dark forest's edge, at the water's
Edge, at dawn, to speak together,

To reflect each other, to let
Interior essence enter
Our borders, peaks, slopes, bodies of

Our languages. We find light and
Voices, however far They are,
Your oldest friend forever finds;
All is home if We stay Ourselves.

             sips  of  imageless  knowledge

                   colorless blue water,
                  waves free of energy
                 swell out of the center,

                  feed the loop each way,
                       eternally perfect
                       homeostatic rest.

The lines of our journey, paths, patterns, pilgrims,
records, schedules, iteneraries, intentions, interests,
mining minding, molecules of meaning-decision-action,

connect our insites. F-AM radio station by a remote highway,
50-year-old book, 100-year-old wooden table,
150-year-old dim wooden room,
Worker walks out in light, now knows what to do.