Hypnotic delving

i sink slowly
like the setting sun,
imperceptably
into the warm horizon
of my self. . .
where nothing
is the number
and everything
is the answer. . .
and when the sun is down
the evening star
finally arises as a
bright blue spot of light,
filled with promise. . .
it is the light
of my unconscious,
i am so empty
yet so very filled.. .
i am me
and also all else. . .

September 1987