This one
shifts in the darkness
crosses and uncrosses his legs.
This one
I have not seen
hears a voice and is still.
This one
holds nothing
and rootless becomes the world.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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A personal, practical search for what was never lost: the sanctity of each moment; the profound presence of the physical body; the kindliness of the human heart; the interreflections of psyche and nature.
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