"Big Time"

I mark my hands and face with charcoal, picked up from a burnt out redwood. – Signs for the spirits, silly and serious: Paleolithic clown priest. – How many can fit in a tiny cave? – Ah, but the real sage is the Cave. – The only Immortals that lived in the mountains were the Mountains.

All of this is little talk in some big time. – Sometime, like stone time. – Sometime like tectonic plate time, ridges and canyons time, endless caverns time. – Here in stone time my memories are like fallen fruit. – Enjoyed by some beings in a small way, and then… – Well where is the fruit? – In the bird or beetle? In the mushroom or mold? In the soil?

Microscopic soil life is vast and numberless. – The enlightened realms of the Buddha are vast and numberless. – That seems like quite enough for now.