' all the rafters are broken, the ridgepole destroyed; the mind, gone to the unconstructed' - buddha, the dhammapada, verses 153-154 what first comes to mind seeing molts flake down from high rafters onto the bed cover gecko must be at work munching roach flesh spitting out the shell despite years living under the same roof we barely know you true adept of not picking and choosing you devour your guest whole flash of an encounter no time for guest and host to converse no-mind