The caress of incense in my lungs,
The ecstatic joy of the pool that jostles, of the lotus that forms.
And the world that is collapsing around,
This indecent freedom on cushion
Yet, through it, the crash of beings as their members fall apart.
©FJ March 2024
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Find peace. The rest will fall away, in its due time.
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