Larry Goodell
	“Meditation is Non-Doing” “How many breaths did you count                  before you were hurled into the                           enchanted fields?” I wasn’t hurled any place. What are enchanted fields? “When you get there you’ll almost be blinded         by spiritual light.” I don’t want to be thank you. “Then why are you meditating.” I’m not, until you go away. “Perhaps you’re unworthy of the spiritual essence                               I’m the example of.” Obviously I am: it’s been instructive, saying goodbye                                       to you. The New Male Style (in a dream) A long thin brass chain has been attached to the foreskin         of my penis. This seems to be the style these days. It hangs down to the floor. I’m really worried about this. It’s not heavy but it’s there & I don’t know how I’m going to live with it. At Root I am grateful for the sensitive island of myself where hope gains freedom to exist in the present, take root and send a bountiful spring up. Weather extends out into me determining what I see and the mood that centers my mind and the turning of season so slow I hardly see it. But my mono self stays put no matter where I move, the cold winter night around me, where I observe always from                this place I observe.