The question that my effort I try hard. that the wonder concentration Flow molten out of my mind Capture things to me Things happen come to me even if first confusion, even if first nonsense, later have sense, my sense I try hard. Blow my mind into, thick molten, red cracks through gray-green crust. Then the thought, in breath and heart comes through easily into, Flowing like water in my ink, in my thought, red reflections on gray-green water, Smiling easily into. Playing with the liquid essencial images on passing to other images, a natural ocean waving, but feeling the ocean waving. The question that the structure, the skeleton to put my playing in, waving in, the earth to lay my innate ocean on. The sun-delight, a mysterious fantastic ocean of images rocking up and falling into life and into me together.

March 1971