Deer Park Library/Cease to Be

It is there, when i am not there.
how can i ever know it?
maybe i should drop all pretense
There is no way for me to grasp it.
And when it is, there is peace.
Not that i know it as peace,
for where am i when there is peace.
The I is an eternal disturbance,
a distortion and diversion.
From the birdsong and warm light,
the silence and the smile.
Prayer flags in the wind, Majestic mountains
and their snow caps, quiet plants in the sunlight.
This is now and ever.