The Wheel

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1.
Time is a wheel
and we are on it.

We are on it.
2.
2.
Please note
the delicacy of this motion.

For it is not with a gusting
thrusting weight,
nor with a bustling, hustling fervor
no.
Rather:
quietly,
unassumingly,
it enters.
No announcement.
No word.

3.
3.
It is the pure spin of a blue jay’s wing,
weightless,
midair,
contemplating nothing.

It is a bird, frozen in time,
yet soaring forward
as we all tend to do.

As we all tend to do.

The Path

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My heart is the sunrise—
always ready,
always warm.

My palms are the sunset—
in prayer,
to close and bless the day.

Who could have guessed such joy?
Such bliss?

To inhabit a body.

To wake up from a dream.

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Peace

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Peace
in a cup of tea.
Peace
in a plate of olives.

Practice words
or silence.

Either way,
to melt,
to melt,
can be yours…the unblinking reality
of ecstasy at dawn.

Loves, let’s herald the morning;

let’s bow with a mouthful of bread.

Mantra for a Bad Day

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When my mind is racing, breathe.
When my heart is pounding, breathe.
When my spirit is breaking, breathe.

When my mind is doubting, breathe.
When my heart is sinking, breathe.
When my spirit is flagging, breathe.

When my mind is collapsing, breathe.
When my heart is exploding, breathe.
When my spirit is suffering, breathe.

When the world seems total shit, breathe.
When one more minute
seems one more minute too many, breathe.

When I want to scream and cry.
When everything,
every damned thing,
seems horribly wrong, breathe.

Breathe.

Just Breathe.

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