I woke up in the middle of the trees
All whacked out and intense
The temperature was minus ten
I looked at the stars
There weren’t any
Black, white, light reflected thence
I studied the pictures
Written in the bark
And the space between the trees
Where the owls howl
I stood there for a while
Nothing flashed before my eyes
Nothing passed through my head
The only thoughts that were there
Were the ones that I did bring
In the cold naked wilderness
Where the beauty is most extreme
Nothing new exists
No enlightenment
Each man shall bring his bliss