Watching a rainy morning mirrored In the wash of the lake, trundling on A path littered with driftwood, I find I am cajoling my gypsy soul with this Half understood and half felt Transcendental nonsense chant:

"All journeys come to rest and all rests Merge into eternity. That mad laughter, That flash of an mascara-ed eyelash, That green glittering forest skirt And those weak hungers of your body For all that is hidden underneath Will change with time. Only the wind Strumming the water shall remain. So loaf, rest and learn to listen To this music."