Comments about Adam Bieber
Somewhere someone has found
Self-realization of what already is, something
You already know but have forgotten.
Probably an aged Indian man,
seated in a dark cave’s abyss, up-top some mountain, half-clothed
with rats gnawing his legs.
I am jealous.
His body: a joyous fountain of eternal energy,
springing a screen of prophetic visions,
the kind you dance in, play with, and wish to live in forever, where haloed angels’ kiss your forehead and a crickets’ symphony serenades.
I don’t look to escape like this life is some barred zoo.
I just want sufferings’ ...