New Dirt

Posted by on 01.25.10 | 3 Comments
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Look at your hands. They may hold nothing.

Yet they hold the planing of wood, and the picking up of a
stone

To skip three times across the river

And the holding of another hand, dry and cracked, but
comfortable

Across a divide.

They certainly have no issue with pulling the husks off of
the sweet corn

And tossing them into a pile where they will eventually
become new dirt

Put your clever hands over your eyes and give in to the
darkness

This darkness which clarifies the normal richness of all you
see

So much richness that every item you see becomes a thing

Of greater beauty the more that you examine it.

Nothing is required of you to make beauty happen except that you notice.

phoyo

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