Awake
Laying prone
Breathing in, breathing out
The worries arise, and then slip away, with each breath
Getting up,
to sit,
on
the cushion
The dirt of corporal being
Stardust
animated by Spirit
Empty Fullness
Light in the Dark
De-light in the Dark
With each breath
Everything slips away
And
there never was
Anything
to slip away
Anyway…
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