
We drank wine laced with lsd sunshine and saw the moonlight
shining on the muscles of a great black mare
standing by an arroyo. It's the synchronicity of the hour.
It's the secret of the golden flower. A secret:
(the difference between the unnameable and the all
is just a name).... a name for the unnameable....
"Unumbotte, we should have sent them gardening tools."
Unumbotte gave them seed of all kinds and said,
"Go plant them." A universal pattern of creation stories.
"om mani padme hum""om mani padme hum""om mani padme mm"
The mare and the arroyo.....The mare was from the sea.
The arroyo was the empty cup waiting to be filled.
Mare, the sea. Terrassa, the earth. Marea. Terrezza.
Maria, Teresa. Ancient names from ancient voices.
They sent me to new visions.
(from "cerrillos" a vietnam memorial day poem oddessy)
what if we had sent them gardening tools instead of bombs.....?"Trakl had too much imagination. For this reason he couldn't stand war, which arises above all from a monstrous lack of imagination. "1 --Franz Kafka