Where shall we go the day we see
there is nowhere
to go? When all doors are just as
open as they earlier were closed, when an
open silent space is all that remains
of all your longing?

***

The big green picture
and the rain making sound
the wind’s darkness in the tree
the forest on a black background

outside in the wind, inside in the wind

All that running water
all that gliding water
under the face, the neck, the skin that
is there for great confusion and balance

***

The open sucking space around
us
and in us that draws all
movements to it
and lets them go again

***

That one is an open system
That all one’s thoughts
have probably been thought by others, earlier or right now
That we are now gliding together down a flood
of words. Sometimes we glimpse one another
through the waves, other times not

cool now, water is the mouth