My favorite miracle:
just appearing here, awake and aware,
with nothing up my sleeve but air,
and nothing before or after!
Whatever happens otherwise
is not unlike the made-up stuff
mind fashions while we dream.
Some say life is but a dream —
we teach our children to sing along
while they row their boats downstream.
Whether we sing as we row or not,
we still fail to recognize our original face
though we all imagine we’re on the case.
Even those who claim some secret
special knowledge rarely have a clue.
After all, it’s easy enough to close our eyes
and drift along in dreams, but when it gets
right down to it, waking up is hard to do!