Types of Bliss
fires on the forest horizon but beautiful blue smoke emanating from inside.
at perfect complementary pitch from subatomic strings behind
to moans and screams echoing across the pine tops.
7 hands, 49 positions,
2401 ecstasies, infinite beauty & kind clear light
generator on or off.
I thought a bumblebee in flowers near the porch sounded
like a moose
from distant woods, we're a long way from Manhattan.
Smooth strides calm intelligence
going about cabin firetower tasks,
bookcases, those eyes, that body, those hands, that love.
Rock & rolling across
the galaxy like next week we'll be 3,000 miles apart,
like neutrinos shot from the sun that will stop for nothing and no one.
nothing, like emptiness, like total joyous effort, like no thing known
unknown, like the orgasmic energy of the universe is present
every touch or stroke if only the air is clear & we are ready to
it & we are.
In a small luminous cabin, atop North America's skull, Nose Mountain,
Katz July 2000