because there is no question
and there is no time
(Robert Zimmerman,1960)
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It’s not a playground where
without noticing whetherthere’s a listeneror a playgroup wherethere’s paper, paste, scissors,all over the place,thoughts pasted on thoughts,without noticing anyone elseno, it’s some specific calling,saying, see that far-off other?we’re related; see us as together,your surprise may tell youabout that vastness –maybe, awe, wonder, beauty,wisdom, truth…goodness…so treat me, metaphor,as if god’s priest:respectfully, sparingly, carefully;as you would look…
‘Everything that lives
observed Eeyore,his mouth fullof thistles
How fresh the air is today.
as silently alive as the breezeplaying with the almond blossom.
‘I play all my country and western music
your loverreturns,your dogcomes back to lifeand you cease to bean alcoholic’(Linda Smith, comedienne and humanist, died yesterday.)
Five fingers touching
five toes walking youwhen your back feels tight;five senses yearningin the half-filled bed;five times memoryboth alive and dead.
‘ I’ve always thought
is to stay interestingto yourself ‘2007