poem of the day

you know how it is sometimes... on the six days of april we've seen thus far, i didn't have a doubt in my mind as to which poem deserved potd status. today, however, i struggled. i even looked for poems online (and in the process read several new ones that i'm grateful for), but none seemed potd material for today. and then i found it, and i knew it was the one. and immediately came a sense of peace. that's what happens when one just knows. know what i mean?

this poem was read many, many days ago. it features in the tibetan book of living and dying - a book i highly recommend if you're interested in either of those two:

Autobiography in Five Chapters

1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

2) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

5) I walk down another street.