Ramana Maharshi Dream.
I was working as a wood cutter by a crossroads.
Ko-san was working with me.
We were sawing and splitting the firewood.
An old man came up the lane alongside a mud wall.
He shouted a little scolding at some zen monks
who were piling slash by the edge of the woods.
He came over and chatted with us,
a grizzled face neither Eastern or Western or both.
He had a glass of buttermilk in his hand.
I asked him, where did you get that buttermilk?
I'd been looking all over for buttermilk.
He said, at the O K Dairy right where you leave town.
Medicine.
[? Medeidi ?].
Indo-European meh, to measure.
Maya goddess illusion wisdom fishing net,
irba some pre-Latin rustic word.
Lazuli lazward.
Sodium, aluminum, calcium, sulfur, and silicone.
Lazuli Bunting sea blue, hazy hills
blue, blue cheer pills blue, huckleberry
cobalt medicine bottle blue.
Celestial arched cover come, heaven came on top.
Camara, a vestan, a girdle.
Come a bent curved bow.
Kama, God of lust, son of Maya, bow of flowers.
Shakyamuni, would then be the Lord
of the present world of sorrow.
Bhaisaijyaguru.
Yao-Shih Fo.
Yakushi.
Old man medicine, Buddha, the Lord of the lost paradise.
Glory of mourning, pearly gates, the heavenly blue.
Thinking on Amitabha in the setting sun,
his western paradise.
Impurities flow out away to west behind us rolling.
The planet ball forward turns into the east, is rising,
azure, 2000 light years ahead.
Great medicine master, land of blue.
The blue sky.
The blue sky is the land of old man medicine
Buddha, where the eagle that flies out of sight flies.
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]