No Explain
Fear causing visceral strain
nausea rises like the moon,
full and vain;
not enough……..
never enough……..
greed without end……….
What more is there to gain?
Choking on the tension,
the pleasers refrain.
Gagging on the longing
the loneliness,
the pain.
No excuse.
No explain.
Rest awhile these aged bones…
in the space between
between one breath and the next
meditation is the thing.
Just breathe and
loose the vise again.
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