A poem about seeing one’s own seeing, recognizing continuity in one’s own awareness.
continuity of mind a blessing like sun shine through the clouds, keep on the run follow the light lining the path glow from below cooing like calf a string aligned from then to now the prior awakenings leading this cow ring through the nose, drawing me forth thanks for the metal, stiff from the north winds out of winter, thickened old skin weathered with time, care, and sin resist all the damages, let them come on absorbed and released, dissolved, gone. no matter what shows its face in the mirror the vision that sees it is the real steer the meat, the maker, the pilot and guide may all beings in that wisdom abide.
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