(“Splendid Isolation Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Take a minute to breathe Actually, just exhale The rest will take care of itself. All around, the world is showing you How to simply let go. With signs as subtle as which way the wind blows. Or if you’d rather, Hold on as tight as you possibly can Eventually you too will become exhausted. Pleasure or pain isn’t the point, Since both are subjective, And interchangeably desirable for some. The point is finding there is really no point No up or down Only that space you’ve exhaled to. (8/10/26)
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