Wishing

It’s not meditation
It’s not quieting the mind
It’s not counting the breath
It’s not letting thoughts go
It’s not the eightfold path
It’s not the hindrances
It’s not the Morning Star
It’s not 108 bows

Cleaning out the car
Tending the garden
No longer wishing
To be in Buffalo


 
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