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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Meditation Poem - Ode to Bodhi

Much like work
Consciousness either
Expands or contracts
To fill the time necessary
For its completion

So behind the wheel
It reaches out to pave
The road ahead
Taking charge of all
That falls between
The peripheries
While here on the mat
It contracts to the size
Of a mustard seed

*  *  *  *

For 9 years
Sat on the mat
And then
Finally he
Gave birth
To Nothing 
But Nothing

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