.. .the spell of the mountain

on the mark of everafter,
close by the side
of a long cold universe,
submerged from sight
of prying eyes
beyond the call of meaning
and into a clean and clear call of meaning;
void of thought,
where nothing is the total
and everything is the answer,
which is evident
but not desired,
which is necessary
but not understood,
which is sacred
but not feared,
there is a place,
a haven,
a refuge,
a euphoric handmade
and pleasing domicile,
a retreat into Nirvana,
a heady escape
for a heavy mind,
a shedding of a restrictive skin
which from within
may outward crawl
a new and subdued entity . . .

On meditation 1976
Little Missouiri River, Arkansas