this is a little rememberance of some moments in my life when living in Oakland, Ca in 1970:

The streets of Oakland were unusually quiet this day along Merrit Park
Barefoot, I walk the pavement and never get a scratch
I see my reflection in the antique store window - long hair, shaggy beard, patched jeans
The store is closed...all is quiet
The store window contains many glorious and powerful oriental statues
then....
A sudden transformation
A shift of my self
I feel for a moment the presence of an ancient being
I can see his face
a tibetan? a native american? chinese? aztec?
I feel his presence before we become one
We merge
and the whole world is now completely empty
and full
clear
infinite
nothing
everything
the All and the Nothing
How long before I see my reflection again in the store window?
I take a deep breath. I feel light!
the Yin and Yang in balance.