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Giving Notice



If you do not notice
the rain-slicked chickens

or the wheelbarrow, once bright red,
now rusted through with a constellation of holes,

do not despair. Yes, so much depends upon
your rapt attention, but if for an afternoon the tree remains

just tree, the bird just bird, will the world
notice? Will those asleep to all

that desperately needs attention awaken?
No, distractions abound. Your attention is required

only so long as it means this: what changes
is entirely within. And only in this way

is there any hope to change
the world.

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