Now a series of songs that come within this,
"Song of the Cloud."
These were all very funny kind of visionary poems that
came to me, mostly while sitting in Japan while meditating,
while doing formal meditation.
And when I should have been thinking on deeper things
and instead these poems started coming into my head
all the time.
Sloped down shark nose, high frilly tail dorsal fins,
flat sweeping gestures, ah, puked out.
Sweep the sea, broom.
Their rear is soft.
Three and their retinue move up between, slender with dignity.
We pile up, pile up our deep mounting pleasure
in our richness is not chaos.
Scatterings and plains, placings brothers
moving elsewhere visible and tall, but far away.