PREFACE

above the clouds mountain folds atop mind clear ast the void a wayfarer that leaves no trace
beyond the bowl of dust beyond the thousand changes and ten thousand shifts drifting thru the void a rudderless boat the mind clear a mirror without dust
floating in space
oh oh
but
the bodies craving ne’er let up
the lure of the senses ne’er give up
the unwary moth in flame is burnt up
one slip
the mind dimming for one moment of time
gone
gone
back trapped in the net of dust