It's on the windowsill in the bathroom,
.95 in pencil on the bottom right of the title page.
Following are thirty small excerpts considering
the underlying order to the universe.
At first the eye is the sun and breathing is the wind.
Later, the arrow of meditation sends the little self
into God.
Arguments begin among those who dislike
learning this kind of archery
and persist until the Buddha
points out the arrow in our eye.
As I sit, I browse through the pages
and bright sunshine strikes the words.
Snap the flower arrows of desire
and unseen, escape the king of death.
But I practice like a Lokayata,
that there is only sensation
and nothing to escape.
I keep this sharp thought
strictly private.
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