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