THE PALM AT THE END OF THE MIND
A quiet meditation for those entering
The Realm of the Wholly Other
at Burning Man 2003.

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Of Mere Being: Wallace Stevens

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,

A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.

You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings, its feathers shine.

The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

 


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after Burning Man 2003



 

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