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Tenderly, as in a morning mist (Stein Poem)

December 24, 2012
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There was a piece removed from them.
We understand why, but only a little.
And we do not all agree with it.
The idea of it. The letters in it.
It was part curiosity.
It was part loving.
Think of when they came from the present without it.
Supposing they realized it was different.
Where falls the sun of consciousness.
Where the rain dropping from the sky.
Where swell the clouds of tender feeling.
They can understand the mist but not the sea.
Imagine. For us a little conflict lifts away.
For them, a swinging door diamonds it inward.

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Composed with jGnoetry and the following texts:
Gertrude Stein, Selections (eRoGK7)
Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind

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