an unchantable repose, growth of wrongform, stem of the artifice of weft, mismatches of vice
make room for me o woofer of words, works
make night my tryst of deed
my word, my void speaks no tale of false but itself –
“How should you treat a bird?
Or as a bird?” – Excerpt from Chuang Tsu’s “Symphony for a sea bird” translated by Thomas Merton.