Look past this cleve;
this deep misunderstanding,
and I will gird myself--
like one who must itch that itch
at the end of one's nose
or on the elbow during deepest meditation,
or at the place where wisdom meets the heart,
and we will bob on the ocean,
surfers waiting for the wave,
and ready to meet the water with courage and fascination
with the salty green of prana
and the universe calling us home.
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