[The following thought dance was kindly shared with us by Happy Cow's good friend Simon Drew. When he is not busy doing nothing at all, Simon can be found gazing into the space just in front of his face, jumping out of helicopters wearing skis and no parachute, fending off sexual advances from various well-known actresses and running the online groups English Stuff and International Monthly Hatstand Day. If you are not still out of this world, why not leave a comment at the bottom of this page. You can sign in to the comments widget using your Facebook or Google accounts, or just leave a message without signing in. If you are, just click on the 'Like' button instead. Enjoy!]
I made myself into pieces to feel it all,
first made of concrete and then of straw,
in a boundless room I constructed doors,
first begin and return to the end.
Everything I held onto turned out not to be a thing,
I learnt the soft way there is nothing you can bring,
and from this nothing all the voices sing,
first end then return to the beginning.
In the river the water is icy cold,
make a fist in an attempt to hold,
if you name it so it all is gold,
last endings are beginnings.
And open hand catches the flames of the sun,
dancing in the river is mighty fun,
looking for the source you see it was never begun,
no beginnings and no end.
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