The position you occupy
                                                         whether
in mind, some point in the mind
what topology that is
                                                what amount of time
is spent traveling there
                                                     to the moment
where the vista breaks
open to the mind’s eye
The position that you come to feel
when you accidentally notice yourself
                                                                                       lingering
hopeful in some part of you
                                                               that an awakening
to the possible will take place
                                                                   I am constantly
waiting we are all of us waiting
there before a mind that wants us
to recognize the moment
                                                          to grasp
the self
Forest Mushroom
Nothing to be known except the presence here
that is nowhere defined
                                                      to be reminded of
oneself for no apparent reason
simply to come upon oneself
                                                                 as upon
a mushroom
                            delectable, without flaw
spread quietly miraculously open in green mist