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In this moment, I am the newborn

unable to differentiate form or thought,

though the newly born may want to,

may be led to know hand, nose, foot,

touch, smell, sound, taste, and sight.

I reach out to make the whole world a womb,

reach to reattach the cord to breathe

from a larger place without.

It is April Fool’s Day, the one day a year

on which it is kosher to play a joke, make a misstatement,

dangle the red herring and call it play.

The branches in front of my window were cut,

and now the redwood invites entry,

age …..

Wisdom stands in circles

returns …..

I come back to my body,

this collection of cells that are mine

for a time, living and dying.

Universes co-habitat inside,

and what I know is to brush my teeth,

comb my hair, and invite the meeting

and gathering of all as friends.

The Dalai Lama to be true,

must understand China, cannot fight,

cannot bomb the common brew

we are, right now, lifetimes,

lifted

on action

made new.