The great awakening
Is no awakening after all
Just awareness brimming
The cup of the world
In the warming sun each drip
Adds to an overflowing brain
Onto the gravel that lies
Astraddle the snowbank
And the scattered leaves
Doing just as they please
With no help from me at all
Only the ubiquitous not-me
That precipitates each drip
And leads to such ruinous fall
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