The Tao of Sparrow


| March / April 2006

A poet, his bathtub, and waking up twice

One morning recently I woke up and looked out a third-floor window at a treetop full of sparrows. My feline companion cackled at them while my human compa–era slept. A thousand miles to the east, a man named Sparrow wrote a poem and sent it my way electronically:



Earth
The earth is a muffin, still warm inside.

Dave
5/8/2012 11:39:16 AM

Sparrow's writing makes me laugh, opens my heart and helps me to see the magic in this world and in living. Highly recommended.