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2013, 8*, being, Bodhichitta, breathing, circular poem, colour, difficulty, distraction, doing, eyes, identity, jewel, letting go, life, lost, meditation, prayer, putting out, seeing, self, singing, sitting, stone, talking to myself, tired, voices, Woodbrooke
difficulty comes
unfitting perfectly to
each situation
may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta …
t
i
a big fat ball r
all I see is with odd e
or above it spicy bits d
round it fills up
I can’t see my being
closes my eyes
… take birth where it has not yet done so …
the fuzz and static
drowned out by and the tiny shiny
before being coloured stones
of determination mixed in and
sing a voice mostly lost which
surface and sometimes
work to the
is not me
is not the self
standing sitting or sleeping
and always always breathing
… where it has taken birth may it not decrease …
I can’t put out
I miss the point or miss the opportunity
every time I venture
or hold back
I have loads to offer
but no receptacle
far better to sit
improve my aim
… but may it increase infinitely
I get so much more
done by just being
without knowing it
without knowing –
even – about it
I think I’ll just
offer my being
from now on
and not try to
do anything to be
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & doing & life wormhole: ‘never look up’?
Bodhichitta & eyes & seeing wormhole: so pleased to see you again
breathing & sitting & talking to myself wormhole: breathing out
circular poem wormhole: everwhile
distraction & meditation wormhole: within
identity & stone wormhole: Open – All – Ours
letting go wormhole: comfy
voices wormhole: what wounds have you got?
