FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

what hurts you is never sacred.
what does the sacred bush do to
the lost stranger? it catches him in awe
and wonder and thus he removes
his sleepers and bows his head down
in worship, until he forgets his misery.
the sacred bush burns but is never
consumed. There are no voices of
instructions. The self teaches itself
what to do under this holy circumstance.
The dogs of war yelps in peace.
The wolves turn into sheep.
If you ask the name, it is not given.
All the pain is gone. But then you
have to go and be on your own again.
For the journey is always wanting.