Here's one from Poems from India : 2002
most of the time our thoughts
are caught on the wheels
of a tricky and complicated
ventricular system
built on wind and light,
circumnambulating
the fortress of the heart
where the radio of truth always plays,
and from the source the sound is perfect
problems begin with transmission,
for there be mountains
surrounding radio land -
those protective shoulders
where inner powers hide;
an unfathomable shrug
of the mystical number 5
keeps all pretenders at bay
on the lake of prayers,
so cast away all hesitation -
the stillness is deep
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