Saturday, February 24, 2024

Dropping Slow

It doesn’t matter nowhere
Is where your awareness goes.
You might as well imagine

It as somewhere to have peace,
Since peace is all it is, peace
That recovers you at last.

Pick the most peaceful settings
From memories of never
Absolutely peaceful life,

The mornings in sleepy rooms,
The afternoons at the lake,
The evenings with books at twilight.

Those, but more than peaceful, lost.
Not one interrupting thought.

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