How could I know beforehand

that a possum
made of cat hair
would arise
in just this spot?
*until* I scrubbed the sink?

could’ve should’ve would’ve are down the drain now, friends
watch
the clothespin rebels
doing only what can be
done actually
or not done
actually

doing needful things
only

O
staggering
wonder
at all their
beautiful
best work in a moment human beings
are *still willin’*
to make
to share
to send
in all directions
art works
to make
a poultice
for us
on us

All 
🙏

“Never let anyone force you to hide your light under a bushel-barrel.”

~Jesus, Carl Sagan, & John Lewis, in their ways.
Useful. Beautiful. Truth.

Pickled People. 1974. Here we are again.

My sense gates, [*not*] my monkeys.

Both/and/yet/stillness to you, in your guard of what is your apportioned plate.

A daikon radish dakini, resting.

Atop everyoven everywhere everytime everybeing is first a learner. A kindergarten-fresh human who basic-needs support meaningful to them, to navigate heat.
EDU is serious play & freedom from the scrutiny of others. To use the tools we’ve got on-hand & know how to use. *Then* potholders

“‘A,’ You’re Adorable’”

Measure immeasurably, (possibly) cut nunce.
1. Equanimity
2. Love
3. Compassion
4. Joy

Everything is on fire and the collective soup is calling us.
Kindergarten mantra forever’s been
“share”
share alike,
share diversely,
share equitably, inclusively,
often.

Whatever *you* bring is good enough to share on the circle rug same as all who’ve sat here before us, & will come after us.

The Peacock realizes she can’t stomach another thorn.

Because Steve Winwood.
Bows.