interior noise

a friend's cat died today so he
 sent me a link to my favorite  guru
 who told me go back
to before all that, go
back and let it all be the chatter
that is aware. it took me to
 you and i lying close
 on a bed,  on a warm spring
afternoon, pine out the window
child on a hot wheels in the gravel parking lot
integrating with the primal /doing being
spontaneous
and as i write, it sounds pompous
irredeemable, some poor echo
of where i was
but water always seeks the lowest level
and we are a quietly pooled
humming pebble ripples.