bridges, jeff
here is the freedom
i have been sent
i'm delighted
i'm buddhistly bent
wonderful newness
the past is a dream
the future is hiding
ice and steam
here is my seat
i do not pay rent
wonderful mind
outside of time
aimlessly playing
a tumbling vine
shining
opening mind
beetle's black back on a tumbling vine
where the sun shines
it's night all the time
behind my mind it's dawn
it's gone
gone