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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

what i've realized again,

no one really fulfills me, completely.
only being aware, in a moment, can be fulfilling.
If I look to you,
and you do this or that,
for however long,
it feels good. Eventually, the tread
wears down.
I'm left with the core.
Sometimes being bare hurts,
seeing all the injustices,
Othertimes, bareness leaves
me open to see maybe how
it is supposed to be.
Back to the beginning. Knowing tomorrow
I may wake up scattered, but today
is canoe-floating on a sweaty summer day.
And how I'm slightly jealous
of folks who don't see
shades, but not too much b/c to me,
it's insight. moments.

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