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                                              the discovery of
                                              leaving no trace

                                the harder I try the wronger I get
                                and there is so much that I have tried so hard at
                                that I thought I could define myself through
                                that always end insufficient

                                              and let’s face it
                                I am of no consequence at all
                                              in so many hard-earned ways
                                I am of no consequence at all
                                              quite unnoticeably so
                                I am so completely inconsequential
                                              nothing to notice
                                              nothing to respond to
                                doesn’t matter what I do or say
                                              or think or not

                                that I really ought to give up
                                and let the things happen by themselves
                                              that I would be





acceptance wormhole: session
being & doing & identity wormhole: when I sit I am the posture
compassion wormhole: coffee shop
letting go wormhole: the last piece of pop
talking to myself wormhole: here is a / whiney accumulation of / wisdom