In the dreariest days of winter
Not understanding how the heart and body do their thing
Hanging curtains, sneaking a smoke
Plotting my next move
Buying daffodils from brother and sister child flower-farmers
Proofreading a three-hundred-page doctoral thesis
on adult literacy education in Bangladesh
(With no notice, due in the morning)
I have some faith that it's possible to keep loving the Way,
to be devoted to the one
un-understandable
totally
intimate
truth.
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