Best Attachments Poems

I'm an African, with an American attached to my name,
a lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came,
ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history

A lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic,...

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There are times that it happens, it's hard to let go,
If it does, don't blame others, but look deep inside,
But don't put yourself down, for most guilt is a show,
It's quite probable you're only caught up in pride!

Where's the value in tilting at windmills my...

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Wisdom of ancient Eastern teachers
and Western mystics
ubiquitously observes

We both are and do our healthy best
while actively reducing attachments
to illusory fearful Futures
of Loser death and dying,

And grow detachment from suffering
of angry Loser pasts.

Which, to this Taoist,
sounds like a long negative Yangish repressive way

Of yin-inviting robust HereNow...

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I wonder if
what Buddhist classic meditation teachings
refer to as "attachments"
and "aversions,"
a Western medical doctor
might label with different words,
such as addiction
and dissociative diversions.

In both frames
negative illusions may be recognized
and appreciated
as deep opportunities to learn;

Negative delusions are not accurately cognized
and are depreciated
as too risky
not to repress
and hide...

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Taking a head stand in a stand-off position 
          coarse necklace of boulders draped around her neck

Well balanced through bronze ankle shackles
          from a heavy weight anchor...

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Marionettes dance
Strings command prefomances
At their masters whims

By Robb A. Kopp...

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There is only attachments
The hunger of the soul for soul
I do not see love
The candle extinguishing itself
To light the world
I see my children grown away from me
Fondled with maternal lies
The bonds broken in pieces
Like a china on the floor
And my chest still heaving
Where they were...

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