“I sat for decades at morning breakfast tea
looking out my kitchen window, one day
recognized my own world the familiar background,
a giant wet brick-walled undersea Atlantis garden,
waving ailanthus (‘stinkweed’) ‘Trees of Heaven’,
with chimney pots along Avenue A topped by
Stuyvesant Town apartments’ upper floors
two blocks distant on 14th Street,
I focus’d on the raindrops along the clothesline. ‘
Things are symbols of themselves’, said
Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche.
New York City August 18, 1984
Allen Ginsberg”
Also…this.
(via loverofbeauty)
