“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”
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