the old dopey dreamer gets a hug


How delicious to at last relax, in sweet acceptance of the old dopey dreamer ‘me’ – warts, willfullness and all…

It’s the wrong word, as usual – acceptance – for this has nothing to do with any kind of action by a doer.


first there was awareness of mis-‘I’-dentification,
then there was oceanic ‘I’-dentification,
now there’s only now and this and here

and in the vast One-ness of just-so-ness,
plenty of room for dopes like me!