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A Poem of Persistence

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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