When Nothing Remains

Silent sitting is what remains when nothing remains,
Also, trying stimulations, breathing, motivations, coloring,
That we can find on the way,
Takes us away from practice.

These are picture books
Bought on the way,
We sit on a bench to look at the pictures
And forget to walk on.

These are the music played,
By oriental musicians,
On the restaurant square

We dance there in the evening
Then fall asleep on the pavement.

©FJ August 2024
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