Old Zafu, Old Sitter

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From my "Old Meditator" series.

Reflecting from the Now on the Then...

Gray hairs on my zafu... Incense, all but dust... I'm running out of time to run out of 'me.' I'm running out of trust that I might ever see a world without me from a place within without me peering out. Gray hairs on my zafu... Incense, all but dust... The light is low, this I know, and there lies the Problem.

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Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 8/6/2020 4:03:00 AM

a world without me from a place within without me peering out. ... excellent poetic expression

Stephe Watson
Date: 8/11/2020 9:08:00 AM

Thank you so very much. When the meditation works, the words seem to play most effortlessly. And sincerely. Thank you.