Poem Without Thought
First sign of thought this morning,
I turned into a left
onto a field of lively
actuality
residing here until
the cows of Mu come home:
space without a measure,
time without a moment,
next without preceding,
before without an after,
green void without one color—
adoring the God of No God,
an all without a one
and singularity
without a single compare.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
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