I live

Between dreams,

Knowing myself

In the soft

Of a feather,

The crunch

Of a drying

Leaf…

On the edge

Of life and death

There’s something

Beyond both

That opens…

Last night
A dream
In the Himalayas.
A monk standing
Next to me…

“The world is naked, Stripped even of itself.
If this is true, what’s left?”