Where I Live
Sometimes,
in a sudden fit of curiosity,
or need to fill
an unexpected pause in conversation,
well-meaning people ask me where I live.
I used to tell them,
depending on my mood
and how much I thought
they really wanted to know,
any of the following:
Two hours north of Manhattan,
Ulster County,
or the oh so famous Woodstock, New York.
Now,
many years after meeting Maharaji,
and having relocated to my breath,
I simply say:
the State of Gratitude.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at September 2, 2008 12:36 AM
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Mitch, I love this poem. I've read it many times now and it keeps getting better. I'm adding it to my collection along with, just to mention one - "The Road Not Taken".
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at September 3, 2008 08:34 AM
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