don't hang me another glass of wine
pour it in my mouth
i've lost the way to my mouth
this wine we drink is really our own blood
our bodies ferment in these barrels
we give everything for a glass of this
we give our minds for a sip
do you think i know what i am doing
that for one breath or half breath i belong to myself
as much as a pen knows what it's writing
or the ball can guess where it's going next
when death comes like dawn
and you wake up laughing at
what you thought was your grief
are these enough words
or shall i squeeze more juice from this
- who am i my friend
this is not a day for asking questions
not a day on any calendar
this day is conscious of itself
thoughts take form with words
but this daylight is beyond
out beyond ideas of
right doing and wrong doing
there's a field
i'll meet you there
there's two kinds of intelligence
one acquired
a child in school learns
facts and concepts
information from the sciences
ranks ahead or behind others
in regard to the competence in retaining information
strolling with this intelligence in and out of fields of knowledge
getting always more marks on the preserving tablets
there is another kind of tablet
already completed and preserved inside you
overseeing your body
even though you may not be aware of its work
a fluid that doesn't move from outside to inside
through the conduits of plumbing-learning
this second knowing is a fountainhead from within you
moving out
welcome difficulty
learn the alchemy
whoever sees the emptiness
sees the beyond
food for what needs no food
no more wine for me
i'm past delighting in the thick red
and the clear white
i will search
with all my passion and all my energy
until i learn
that i don't need to search