Zen & the Arts - Field Notes

The night after my mother dies I dream
I’m looking for a mistake
to show one to a friend,
just in case,
but I can’t find one.
This seems alright.
Then, in the dream,
I realize that if I look
at it another way
there are lots of mistakes,
each one necessary
and full of its own surrender.

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