Centering
There is no need to run outside
for better seeing,
nor to peer from a window.
rather abide at the center of your being,
for the more you leave it, the less you learn.
LAO-TZE
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Bacon slowly frying on a skillet,
its reality is real,
the way I perceive it is not,
Nevertheless, a center drools.
A red bus full of pretty girls,
going somewhere
some I knew,
their bodies are cold in the ground now.
That 'somewhere' was real once,
the way I see it now
is not.
A 'center' does not exist on its own,
it's not yours,
that thought is a mirage,
Chopping logs in the backwoods,
legs and arms ache,
sweat and effort, no thoughts,
just the work,
that is real,
that is the Center.
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