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Sunday, November 25, 2007

Meditation without a name

Under the shade of a tree,
with no name,
and an ant,
with no name,
I watched
and imagined
I was that ant,
hither and thither and yon I went,
soon too,
I had no name

4 comments:

jzr said...

And have you found the truth?

Bro. Bartleby said...

I think it is straight ahead, right over that next mountain.

Lifewish said...

Is that a mountain or an anthill?

Lucy said...

Whatever, it's a charming poem, gestalt (if that's not too pretentious a word), like something from a children's anthology...