Let the storm of everyday doing swirl around you, inside and out.
You are the eye, the calm center, even when your mind is racing.
You see that, therefore, you are before that.
Let the racing live its useful life.
Your life holds the energy of it, the meaning, and the
slow fading of all thought forms, leaving nothing.
You see that, so you know, you come before.
Tired, tired, tired, of trying to catch the 10,000 things
and bring them into orderliness?
Where did you get the idea for that?
Put those magazines, books, and web pages aside.
In every moment, something lives, but not the poor you.
You are bereft of nothing.
Value it. Rejoice in it.
You, the calm spindle, and life, the playful dancer.
You are the eye, the calm center, even when your mind is racing.
You see that, therefore, you are before that.
Let the racing live its useful life.
Your life holds the energy of it, the meaning, and the
slow fading of all thought forms, leaving nothing.
You see that, so you know, you come before.
Tired, tired, tired, of trying to catch the 10,000 things
and bring them into orderliness?
Where did you get the idea for that?
Put those magazines, books, and web pages aside.
In every moment, something lives, but not the poor you.
You are bereft of nothing.
Value it. Rejoice in it.
You, the calm spindle, and life, the playful dancer.
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