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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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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Readers
It's come to my attention while I'm out in the world among 3-dimensional people that I have readers I don't know about. The only people I know for sure read my blog are Janey, Celia, Michael, Chris, Michelle, and Scaryduck. So if the rest of you would comment or email (if you're shy or a conspiracy theorist) to let me know you read my blog, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.
2:20:00 PM
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