If by equanimity you mean
the undoing of attachments,
the Be-Here-Now card played,
I say "not now," the antithesis of now.
I am for conflict, for rubbing together
two sticks, one you see on one
you don't, a friction to warm
the ink in a Kuretake pen.
One piece of earth, one thank-you
good as any other, the happy finch
at dusk or dawn, small agendas
divided by eternal sameness. Work
behind me, I lean back in my worn-
thin chair and stare out the window.
A mess of lightning bugs fills the air.
Who has time for enlightenment.
- Authors: anthonyfrazer
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- Finished: September 19th, 2015 14:30
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