June/July eleven black notebooks at the Desert Queen Motel.
Sometimes God saves the fire.
The Saint Francis blessed the creatures.
I wander down my street because I cannot find a book.
Thes are the last good days of the republic.
All dharmas are marked with emptiness.
The sermon of Saint Anthony to the fish.
Black notebook #9-Los Angeles-In bed with an old book of Chinese poetry.
I would be true in my own body.
The prayer of the quiet gaze.
Sometimes I can't be touched.
Into the second that goes on living.
I can see the lapis lazuli.
Black notebook #1, Gideon Bible, Los Angeles.
I changed by clothes with a beggar once.
Black notebook # 5, Lisbon.
Hart Crane, Black notebook #2, Los Angeles.
When you saw the lightning.
Unable to amen my life, I start another boo,
Black notebook, day six, Canadian Rockies.
White chair, moonlight, three A.M.
Sometimes a light shines on a book.
The edge, black notebook #10-Desert Queen Motel.
Black noteboo #7-Desert Queen Motel.
September 10, blsck notebook, unnumbered.
Black notebook, Psalm 15, Dead Sea Scrolls, New Bedford.
