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Insights R us.
Sometimes, I should add.
Insights R me on a good day—
one that starts in the dark
after a deep sleep,
one that sees me sitting,
legs covered with an afghan
to ward off the chill.
Don't imagine me in lotus mode;
my hips abandoned that unnatural pose
years ago for the relative comfort
of a straight-backed wooden chair.
And where (indeed, where?)
was I?
Hunting for insights, right?
Sitting in the deep silence
of the Moon, setting humbly, without pomp,
in the west.
I sense that sinking Moon rather than see it,
for my eyes are closed
and my mind gives over its usual predominance
and lets the heart rule—
or the breath—
until, steeped in what is,
I am open to the lightning flash
of insights,
which come or not
depending on their whim.
Good when it happens.
Equally good when it doesn't.
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