There was noise
Quite a lot of noise,
Not unusual
At this time of year
While I waited
For 11 p.m. to occur
I tried a guided meditation
By myself, for myself
I focused on the aversion
On this occasion,
Asked if I could use it
To propel myself away from the world
I considered the world,
The imperfection of the world
Broke it down
To all its elements
Analyzed it down
To all the senses,
Contact at the senses,
The sense organs and the sensory processes;
All thinking
And all types of awareness;
The form of the body
And the form of the world:
The endless fruitless cycle
That repeats
And leads to nothing
But more of the same
Instructed myself
Not to take up any of it,
Not in any way;
And so passed the time
And then carried on with determination
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