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Stir your stumps!
Rise like Lazarus from the deathbed
of your BarcaLounger.
Enough already with the planning,
It's time to be doing.
Contrariwise,
I rise to this exhortation
by removing myself from the action,
for that is what is required of me:
I exert myself in an inward direction,
toward the darkened room
and the shuttered windows.
It is there that I will (I must)
meet myself (whoever she is at that moment)
face to face, naked,
to learn . . . what?
Well, If I knew what I have to learn,
I wouldn't need to spend my days alone
in that darkened room or its equivalent.
It is past time for me to listen.
In seclusion (just me and the Universe)
I will say, "I am listening"
and then close my mouth but not my ears.
The art of living has many guises.
This is to be mine, at least for now.
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