"If you do a job that you're passionate about, it's better than eating nuts." -Sarah
1
A gift (metaphorically, of course,
As only humans really give gifts
And only humans really get them)
From existence to awareness
Is the awareness of holes
In the passage of awareness
Even the occasional lapse
Of memory, whatever the cause,
Deep sleep, surgery, lost weekend
Amnesia of any kind surrounded
By awareness of the amnesia
Is a solid reminder of being
More than being, oh lovely
To have knowledge of being
Nothing fore and aft if not during
2
Sukha pulls the last leaves
Off the littlest tree in the garden
Makes a bouquet of the leaves
Then hides behind the biggest pine
And is so quiet I think she's gone
Into the house, until she sings out
"You can't see me! I'm invisible!"
And I have to agree with her
Although I don't agree I'm invisible
Too, much to her dismay
As she looks right at me and asks
Again, "Papa are you invisible?"
3
Well, how well the short day goes1
A gift (metaphorically, of course,
As only humans really give gifts
And only humans really get them)
From existence to awareness
Is the awareness of holes
In the passage of awareness
Even the occasional lapse
Of memory, whatever the cause,
Deep sleep, surgery, lost weekend
Amnesia of any kind surrounded
By awareness of the amnesia
Is a solid reminder of being
More than being, oh lovely
To have knowledge of being
Nothing fore and aft if not during
2
Sukha pulls the last leaves
Off the littlest tree in the garden
Makes a bouquet of the leaves
Then hides behind the biggest pine
And is so quiet I think she's gone
Into the house, until she sings out
"You can't see me! I'm invisible!"
And I have to agree with her
Although I don't agree I'm invisible
Too, much to her dismay
As she looks right at me and asks
Again, "Papa are you invisible?"
3
The sun low down in the mouth
Of the canyon, open wide
And you'd think you could swallow
It whole, little you, while Sarah
Goes out for an afternoon run
And comes back to say she found
A wedge of the tie-dyed Morrison
That wasn't supposed to be here
And rolled like a cat in delight
On the bare, sun-carpeted ground
Since, yes, the good comes around
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