Observance

It is so fragile
our tenuous grip on life,
this vision we use

this vision we use:
we see only the surface
with our eyes open

with our eyes open
there is so much beyond sight
that remains unseen

that remains unseen
which fills the sense of wonder
without touching us

without touching us
the whole world is illusion,
without our presence

without our presence
the universe continues
not missing a thing

not missing a thing,
just simply being aware;
that is true living.

12 FEB 2003

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