Listen!
NAKED AGAIN It's night and I'm naked again so there is no barrier between my sleep and yours, I come to you nakedly to tell you your dreams are real, you do have to wash away the green clay of our making outdoors, before thousands, you do have to tell your father it makes no difference that he sleeps with a woman younger than you, though it does--and when you tell yourself they can do as they please, you'll just watch TV, you must realize the TV is in the bedroom with them, and when you say never mind I'll smoke some pot, you must remember they have the pot, too, and when you rise, you will see a man with a shaven head wearing a black skirt, he is dancing on one foot but he does not spill his coffee, he is singing his dream, which is of being told to accept the manifold true ways of the Buddha, he is joyous that he has awakened and does not have to accept this or any other dream as true, he begs to remind you, though, that the decision is ours, to accept or not to accept, and it is made nakedly, standing on the green clay, there will be footprints, they will harden in the sun and hold forever the pattern, the point of balance can be seen and the joint that carries the heaviest weight, the callouses are outlined clearly, but who will be there to read them?
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