



I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
wherever I fall.
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.
I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia
Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.


A Tender Agony of Parting
A craftsman pulled a reed
from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and
called it a human being.
Since then, it has been wailing
a tender agony of parting,
never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute.

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3 comments:
I was wondering if you were a baha'i, since you seem so baha'i like
I was wondering if you were a baha'i, since you seem so baha'i like
Hi Andy,
No, I am not baha'i, and don't know a lot about the faith, except that its all-inclusive? I just try to reach out, you know, for help from something bigger than me. Thank you for reading! : ) Ama
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