Gary Snyder, Japan 1963 All this new stuff goes on top
Turn it over, turn it over
You cut your hand climbing the rock
but laughed instead, figuring on
more.
Wait and water down
From the dark bottom
It was too topical, you said.
Let's talk a thousand years
of opening, the ten thousand things blood means.
Turn it inside out
Let it spread through
Sift down even
Watch it sprout
What flowing is more ancient
Than this? The earth
has it down, pumping itself
through the cracks in my laughter
night after night. Realize
A mind like compost
and regurgitate,
selfless.
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