Every moment is already ‘like this.’
There’s nothing to pursue,
Not even happiness.
I always find my way
Whether I am mindful or not,
Even when I’m sleeping.
Although I fall into dark waters
I always save myself,
Though not necessarily
As soon as I’d like it!
I think up great lines
And then forget them
Before I write them.
As soon as I try to
Set down the words
I lose them, perhaps because
Writing is not the point,
Doing is;
Thinking is not the purpose,
Being is.
Action is paramount
But Non-action is essential too.
Seeing what is
Is just what it is;
There’s no need to think about it;
Effort only makes reality
More difficult to perceive.
I’m getting all storied out,
Telling tales
And figuring,
When I should be
Putting the past behind me
And living.
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