DAVID WILSON SAID at the end of my birthday dinner: Write a poem to yourself and I said I accept the challenge. Itll be my present to myself. Andrew, you think you are this and you are that but really what you are is the noticing of all the things in your sight including the other noticings thinking they are this and they are that. Yesterday I was full of this and that and thats how it comes to be imagined we are a person. Today love blasted through me like a storm through a shed - blasted my doors off their hinges - see how you can look right through from one end to the other and the sky is on the other side? Empty of this and that only love remains seeing love with its own eyes.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 01:38:31 +0000
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