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7 Feb: "Mushrooms" by Laura Kasischke

Like silent naked monks huddled
around an old tree stump, having
spun themselves in the night
out of thought and nothingness—

And God so pleased with their silence
He grants them teeth and tongues.

Like us.

How long have you been gone?
A child’s hot tears on my bare arms.

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  1. The brilliance of being ONE...without form, without cloth, simplicity and life at its very core.

    The idea of "Watching the Watcher"...God as outside the Self, but at the same time one with the Self.

    Karma- reincarnation into more life.

    TITLE: Mushrooms?!

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    1. Mushrooms grow on trees and especially tree stumps. They just appear from nowhere as if out of thought (not really, but if you didn't know any better). They are like us, connected.

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    2. Interesting...they really do appear out of nowhere.

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  2. I don't get who the question is being asked to in the poem? Is it a question for God? Does God know about the hot tears on her bare arms?

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