The problem with seeing people
Is sometimes you see them.
Every eye is a mirror
And mirrors aren't real
Just a glint of nothingness
Retracing the retraction
Back to the eternal subject
That has no shape or name
In the blind light
Where the school of heart knocks
Tricks you away from dancing free
With a kicked on the way out door
That can be opened more or less,
Each swing of transactional authenticity
To learn how you resist one thing
And the world coils ready to spring
So say the walking fortune cookies
Who would have you hack the matrix by focusing ...
How the looking glass magnifies
Before it turns the thing that's seen
To dust
Without a stop for popcorn
Or the nit gnats of judgment
All mystics and Indians know
Is a crutch.
