"A Poem by Michael Walker
Watching our Selves.
Witnessing.
Stepping back,
unengaged, and separating the
story
from
the rest.
Seeing beneath the form.
So easy, so seemingly
difficult.
Peace of cake.
So easy it's almost trite.
So hard it's almost easy."
-- November 21, 2010
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