A Poem of Persistence
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Observing the nature of your mind,
skillfully filling your mind with
intimate experience,
being consciousness,
is a lot like adjusting bunny ears
to improve the reception of antenna-based television.
There are a set of conditions,
traits not states,
that can help improve our “picture” into
what it is like to be consciousness…
but these settings—everything really—is impermanent.
A sore neck—darma pain…
A plan to place…
An unskillful altercation…
Ahh a selfless thought… that I cognitively labelled!
All send us scurrying back,
to practice.
Starting over.
(Without judgement).
Worth it,
every time.
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