Mexico Buddha

[revolutionR]

each day gets older then me
I have a shelf of books
that look at me
Nietzsche is giving me the good and evil eye
I want to know what my ground of being is
but I can't just die daily
even if I try

I don't know what I'm looking for
I lost myself in Black Spring so long ago
I was walking over a slope in Big Sur
digging water bars after the forest fire
and I was thinking of Saint John of the Cross
while I was talking to a Buddhist
that had been an L.A. surfer drug dealer

He had seen a murder in Mexico
and then found Buddha
we went to Mexico together
to a village in the mountains
I remember the clock in the tower
in the center of town looked like the full moon
I had been reading Autumn of the Patriarch
on the bus ride there

I met a little old brown man in white
the next day in the village square
next to the church, he talked to me in Spanish
I did not understand his words but I did his voice
I felt like he was telling me his life story in a poem

[saw]

nice snapshot....I could see it all

[dadio]

Dig the poem. Old friends of mine popped up Nietzsche, Burroughs, John -of-Cross etc.