Measure for Measure
Endless regress of the missing moment
We tune out filter avoid
Run away from
Noise and white noise and buzz and boom
For if we don’t we fold up –
If we don’t we succumb
To that which is not relevant to being
Like dusty animals in the desert searching
For π
Opening ourselves up to the all
We open ourselves up to that noise
That static beat and whomp and flow
Of third-rate minds and fourth-rate
Play by play
To be Zenish to ride the Taoist wave
Is to coast with some Dharma –
But Dharma includes all
All means the center is everywhere
I want some things off stage
– by Douglas Pinson






















