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The Waking
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.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Saturday, April 24, 2004
Man Mirror
I was driving behind a boxy bright green car that had the words TOO LOW FOR A FAT HO on the back window. I drove up beside the car to get a look at the driver of this phrase and had time to check him out since the light was red. Worse than I thought! He was, as you might suspect, a big out-of-shape no-necked pale lump who weighed down the car enough by himself and would be lucky if anyone chose to ride with him.
10:33:00 PM
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