The White Cliffs Of Nirvana


Sometimes you have a dream

Thatís too heavy & it throws you

Away a little at a time.


Whole years are stuck on a day

Breathing in the dust of bodies

That blow in the wind.


You walk into a clearing

Ten yards in diameter

Filled with small pink flowers.


It is somewhere like a woman

Who in a past life

Was a starving man.


The sun rises in the north.

We live as if the world were dead

& this reality the only one that exists.



13 September 2002



[Published in Quien Sabe Mountain:

Poems 1998-2004. © 2004 by Jim Cohn.]




Quien Sabe Mountain
(MAP Publications, 2004)