I eat, therefore I am.
Experience impresses the field
Like a myriad pebbles dropped into a lake
Reflected in a thousand facing mirrors.
Follow the Ouroboros
(Don’t stop with the tail)
His throat is the black whole
At the center of every moment,
His mouth has no circumference.
Digestion happens
The Phoenix rises, that is its nature,
Provided all stay
Open and free.
Mawlana and Mr Cohen
Have been inverted.
Everything is cracking
And through the crevices
Up from the depths of what we are
From the underworld
The Light seeps through
Revealing the Truth
Which had been hidden
What was broken
on the day of gratefulness
could not be repaired.
Musing at the ambiguity of disfunction,
Oh, this arm only lies here,
this mouth does not speak.
Like a child investigating
an old toy rediscovered.
Here is a little history on the beginning of By The Way Books and the essay which was the inspiration for our business name.
