Badger Burrow

There is much to say of badger in a vortex diminishing into Concord of the opposing vortex, the apex of each in the middle of the other's [b]ase, which is Yeats' Vision, but Joyce says it is, one world burrowing on another  (Boldereff, 75). To me Kafka's Burrow is not ambiguous at all and it attains all that feels sentient, far beyond the glyphs of Butler-Jouyece. If you read these beings you no longer need follow convention, so just let your solecisms ride. Not speaking of the underworld is the chief pursuit of all writing. Beings attracted to rock piles  collect them in memory, smoother than basketballs, river rock with berms of silt, gold traces. Sometimes badger browses below rosemary in the hill, but dreams to build up trail with cliff sheep, faint but real. Not hawk, dog, cat - badger builds entrances, exits at Texas Canyon, Enchanted Rock, Old Sarum, caer Cromlech. Berm burrows fort all  kinds of sleep. Badger day labors the night burrow. Mouse, Rat, day, night, sleep confine the other. Dream a burrow, no matter bairn, occupant meditation runs deep. Still Waters! Not that hawks brood tree lines to prevent cat sleep. Sleep is a trail below trees in the rock veined cairns. Yale prof Robert Shiller says Animal Spirits are a forecasting tool, that irrationality leads to wealth. Yellow Rattler, rich in irreason, what are your irreasons? Animal spirits know 1) the reality of hunger 2) laying low.  Love the sun, love night! Sleep! So Bunyan says "poor silly Mole, that thou should'st love to be, / Where thou, nor Sun, nor Moon, nor Stars can see." Pobrecito. Bunyan's tortoises are dug when raptors come down on wires and trees. He takes a white wicker chair out under the garden oak where women bathe in the afternoon red bud and almond blooms. Smoother than basketballs, berm beings collect in memory. Badger drowses below the hill: "I want to be a groundhog or rat, maybe a wolverine, badger or fox, feel the earth house like walls of flesh. In comfort to meditate, store nuts, build a house with exists, sharpen faculties, feel  bairn, build berms out of dirt and stone,  love a wheel barrow. Porcupines are naive as they can be. It is a form of meditation in the Dogen's Extensive Record discovered when I first searched the phrase  "the bright extensive will," which says "one who has gone beyond learning and is free from effort" gains "the opportunity of human form"..."emptied in an instant, vanished in a flash."  Those cannot be understood by discriminative thinking or the practice of supernatural power who seek  the dignified conduct beyond seeing and hearing" (Universally Recommended Instructions for Zazen). To this add nothing and everything believe according to the truth. Take, receive, impart, do and reflect on doing and speaking as the sound of the gong we raise compassion over all beings in distress.

This all has to do with the meaning of sleep. The badger works hard all day. Sleep is not confined to one or the other. Dreams come together in the work.