Awake: Poetry


Sensations rode on horses
made of random thought,
circling her with idle chants

She focused the breath,
adjusted her spine
and said to them,

“You are like smoke.
I can neither hold nor keep these thoughts. 
They are insubstantial.
My grasping makes them real
just as that grasping makes my
body react to them unconsciously .”

And thus, 
She focused all her attention 
on remaining Awake.


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