A walking song. Hey feet, hey hands, hey hair, hey collar bone, just be you, and trust me, the crows won’t eat us, not today.
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Drinking coffee. Dogs look for rabbits through big solarium windows.
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Summer was short
We went to retrace our steps
At the edge of a sweet field
A black river took summer away
We dropped our walking
Prayed for the trees still budding
–Niilo Rauhala, translated from the Finnish by SK
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Immanence and impermanence–my brothers. I think hard about you. Two crickets outside. Water falls on my wrist bone when I wash a cup.
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Sometimes I talk too much. At other times I say nothing, drink water from a glass, move books from one table to another.
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“Life is available only in the present moment.”
—Thich Nhat Hahn
Reprise: walking song…
Planet of the Blind 