against the grain (a clipping from the Tao Of Pi)
By Autotomy
as i close my eyes i drift to the back i sway to the side i flow to the front i am raised i am lowered yet i do not move? will i feel like moving i want to get going i urge myself to carry on i need to run away i do not move i do not cower yet i remain in this place?Just like with any piece of unfinished wood If you glide your hand against the grain You’re going to get a splinter in your hand Trust your gut feeling For it is the way Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 04:47 PM PST 0 • 13
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