the self-administered cattle prod to the temples
called postmodernism
a distinct lump of sorrow forms
we are returned to the fragility of birds
when the dead sister reappears in dreams she is always a bird
without this succession
(or at least modest lineage)
dead, dead as a doornail
intemperate habits -
there is something here of the child
upon waking thinks he can fly
even though he failed badly the day before
urge to keep everything secret
sin of pride, also greed
the 'stumbling block'
impede the neophyte
disregarding an afterlife
he who would be first will be last
this is peculiar but not remarkable -
night now
snow is falling -
warm slippers
track for a few seconds
a break in the clouds
attended to by stars
by blackness above clouds
blessed night cushions us
enters northwest
eyes owned
don't travel light -
great deer see
and past
be
practice
companionship
child
waters
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These lines, phrases, words standing alone, were gathered from Harrison's essay 'Everyday Life' found in 'Beneath a Single Moon, Buddhism In Contemporary American Poetry, edited by Kent Johnson and Craig Paulenich.
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