In 6 weeks time

I witnessed a reuniting with the ancestors

talked of spiritual and mental struggles

atteneded an all female orgy

participated in work period at a zen monastary

and trammpled the streets of San Francisco

reuniting with the souls that know this hearts making.

My own words spread on a table at the tea house

mingling with the honeycomb, mellon and cheese.

Welling in the moments spoken and the knowing

unspoken we recognize

this is just the outline and not the poem.