I
should probably be meditating on
rivers,
how they flow without
a
care,
like
the wind in my hair
like
the time you put
nair
all over your legs
hoping
for a solution
and
the stinging offered promise
but
the chemical pollution knocked
you
unconscious, scared and
frightened
you came to,
leaving
me wondering what to do
but
you pulled through
I
don’t know why I thought
of
that, I hope you’ve
learned
your lesson
and
that your actions
aren’t
determined, by your
thinking
you-are less than
because
of your
humanity,
or stupidly rushing in
to
stoke your
vanity.
I
should probably be breathing,
letting
go of all attachments.
Would-be
Buddha, wait, scratch that.
That
was my ego did you
catch it?
Not
too long ago you called me
attractive,
-and
my heart raced like THAT mattered.
Pitter-patter,
I was flattered,
wondered
if the rest of me was also,
like
my personality, my actions.
Fat
stacks of wealthy accomplishments
Richly-rated
relationships
guaranteed satisfaction
affirming
others as if
overcompensating
sympathetic
in my reactions.
But
all of this is my attachment,
Each
thought, each memory breathed
-tingles
the strands
in
the web of my
attachment.
I
should concentrate on nothing,
I
should focus on the absence
But I find delight in my grieving,
Overcome by strong emotion
I long to release in purged
Explosion
They
say the universe is exploding
ever outward in
waves,
excited energy
Galaxies,
grieving, just
the same
as
me
and
in-between, a void, a nothing, or
perhaps
the
true long lasting connection
in this
~breathing~
but
today,
I’m enjoying my own reflection. 
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