Nothing Special
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1 min readApr 26, 2018
The cushion, a throne.
You are its emperor.
A Buddha sits with you,
smiling and smiling.
Fluid emptiness filled
with possibilities.
Stack them chakras;
line them babies up.
No right Way.
No wrong Way.
Only a Way.
Sit anyway you like.
Overflow with nothing.
That is something.