a mamaist ars poetica

     In my black sleep a voice says, "Change your feet."
    
                       　 And I do.
                           
     Then it says, "Change your hands."

                           And I do.
                           
     Then it says, "Change your legs."

                           And I do so.
                           
     Then, "Change what is small. Change what is big."

                           And I do that too.
                           
     Then, "Change what is near. Change what is far."

                          And without hesitation I do.
                           
     And when at last the voice says, "Change your heart."

                           in that moment it's as if I hear 

     a 'click' and suddenly everything is falling 

                           into place at the same time as







Botsford, Alan. mamaist: learning a new language. Kamakura, Japan, Minato No Hito, 2002.