[Original Face -- found at coolmel]
Unable to Remember
"This is it. There are no hidden meanings.
All that mystical stuff is just what's so."
~ Werner Erhard
every day is today . . . for a while, then
it's not -- if only I could remember
the metaphysical weight of water
in a place so dry that rain is a blessing
the cactus wrens seem oblivious, tending
their nests, chasing away ground squirrels
I haven't learned the secret, decoded
the landscape -- if only could remember
what magic of mind paints a few clouds
amazing shades of orange at sunset
why old man coyote has stopped trying
to seduce young women with his charms
nothing makes sense when I count
the days -- if only I could remember
this day was once every day, but I have
misplaced myself, have been reduced
to dust blowing through the canyons,
unable to remember my original face
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