It's better (best, even)
that I not think.
For too long I've allowed the cerebral
to guide me,
and the result has been
nothing to write home about.
No, from here on
(and I wonder how long that "on" will be)
it'll be me and the heart,
the feeling,
the sensing.
Oh, I might need to filter
the occasional event through the brain,
but my clear intention is to keep the brain
out of it.
Once I drop the thinking
there'll be a lot of sinking
into the softness of what can be soft;
into the pain of what is and cannot be otherwise;
into the pure joy of tiny sights and scenes;
into the wonders that arise from
accepting radical benevolence as a watchword.
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