good
enough
I did the HW
I learnt the vocab
I wrote the essays
I said the mantras
I said I do
I looked after the kids
I marked the books
I cut the grass
to get along to fit in
I read the comics
I read the books
I wrote the poems
I surfed the texts
I played bodhisattva
I read to the kids
I created the markbook
and the yin yang learning
to find the purpose
but I didn’t notice
that only the longer stems
wave
on the grassy bank down to the road here
in the air
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: Joni Mitchell
being wormhole: as soon as
doing wormhole: Anglesea Road
learning wormhole: the Schmuck and the Facilitators
life & reading wormhole: the library, / you know …
a whole novel…a memoir…so worthy
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you shower approval like blossom; thank you
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But…just then…right there…at the end…you did!
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natch!
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Wonderful!
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thank you
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Exquisite…yes…all I can say is yes!
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phew – that’s a relief – thank you
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Lovely. I have no idea what you mean but I love the feeling of it and the way it reads!
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Beautiful,
I’ve never had an idea of what I mean, but I know when the breeze blows,
regards,
Lovely
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Wonderful…I love this one! You have so eloquently expressed how we get so caught up in the mechanics of life that we sometimes miss seeing the miracles!.
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natch;
thank you
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