at 1 1/2, the baby
sees "me"
(meaning herself)
at 1 1/2, Mian
points at mommy
and says
"mommy"
at 1 1/2, Mian
points at Mian
and says
"Mian" |
it is the differentiation
of self
from surroundings
a little bit sad
that perfect unity
must untie
yielding to the
illusion
of division
lasting for the rest
of our lives |
waiting for that moment
of easy peace
when we're 80
or maybe 17
when we see
(again, remember)
that it's all one thing
the accidental buddhist
asking the hot dog vendor:
"make me one
with everything" |
