Forwards in emails seem to be the new paradigm for illustrating our "connectedness" or is there someone out there who really knows all of us? Anyway. socks are a bother. I have two drawers full of them and only wear three pair over and over.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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My favorite from him is:
Our separation from each other is an optical illusion of consciousness.
Forwards in emails seem to be the new paradigm for illustrating our "connectedness" or is there someone out there who really knows all of us?
Anyway. socks are a bother. I have two drawers full of them and only wear three pair over and over.
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