Vision

Open Season for Vision, II

In New Mexico, she sd
open vision alla time.

In New Mexico the air so thin,
vision rarefied,
fists becoming fingers each morning,
asparagus in the eyes.

Things emblazoned into themselves,
everything still, purple-orange rock
spread like steppes across land.
Round hollowed sound of caves.

In New Mexico she sd,
everything all around to be seen,
air like dry ice.
You walk out into it.
You swallow the air like so.

In New Mexico
you become as pure as the air.

4.31.68
-Norm Moser

Beginning My Studies

Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of
motion,
The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love,
The first step I say awed me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any further,
But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs.

For the Love of Nature

"It doesn't matter what you say to a plant," he said. "You can just as well make up words; what's important is the feeling of liking it, and treating it as an equal."
-Don Juan, in Journey to Ixtlan by C. Castenada