WHAT HAVE I ACHIEVED?
By standing mutely here I have lost my way :
effectively outsourced, forced to listen. There
is no longer a reason for what I do. I am now the
tumbler who has lost the dice and the mat.
A small, Chinese man is coming at me with
a hose - unwittingly, in spraying down his
sidewalk he is spraying me. I do nothing.
I don't even move around. His tiny storefront
world, I demand, will not ever be mine.
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This time of year, there are many things to see:
the magnolias and the dogwoods, those things
with floral branches. Flowers blasting up from
Winter's dead ground. It's all the same, in a
way - even in the darkest gloom, when the
world seemed flat and ugly, all these things
were latent and brimming, just waiting to arise.
Like Hope. Like Dream. Like Realization itself.
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I want to wander this fervid garden where my
footfalls disturb nothing while they disturb
all things; every petal and leaf will be my
obstacle and in my way. And I shall pass
this garden, grinning; for I will be
bound for better things.
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