22 Sunday Dec 2013
Posted in poems
just slip into life
and walk down the street like a
hand in the pocket
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & doing & talking to myself wormhole: the fall of the curtains / folded on the desktop / and the constant / wondering of airliners
haiku(esque) wormhole: silent
living wormhole: worthwhile
streets wormhole: dream / 221297
walking wormhole: dream / 190599
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Lovely image.
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Lovely thought
… appealing to this introvert’s visibility
a second skin thinner than a coat or a sweater
more like a leaf !
Jana
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I thought this was going to be about “te” (‘virtue’ in Chinese non-doing), pronounced ‘dhe’ or ‘de’ instead of ‘do easy’; which actually, in the end, it was!
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…the quirkiness of One Mind 🙂
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the virtue of Piglet
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