The Moser-Koska Loop: A Spiritual Metaphor
There's mystic trees in these backyards, flagstone walls falling down - page markers, testaments and doctrinal proposals to lone farm wheels, its bygones, rusty allegiances and a separate-time's debilitation - the barbed-wire traps, all-along the dividing lines as a unitedly old, wild cherry incessantly over-turns names and carvings; - a place where we might have met and retreated from, oh it was so many kalpas ago. yet if you would o n l y drift back... I might ask: Sit with me? F e e l the trees' wind flowing through our soles just being; It would take us back above falling away: finding each other in infinities dying b e y o n d beginnings.