an ashram of the heart
flags flyin' banners flowin' down
bouncing above and on the ground
red blue green yellow white
residues of the radiance
appropriately cast in the halos
and the shadow emanations
of my earthly sentience
at the bottom of the hill
the cool waters flowed from
hidden valley sources yonder
dressed in pipe organ wildness
of highest mountain cold
from donkey trail destinations
bringing down the journey fish
swimming beneath and way beyond
all kind of conceptualization
which can get complicated
those journey fish keep it simple
and for that I respect them
would pull them if I could
into my ashram of the heart
- from London Works
