From my "Old Meditator" series.
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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