Seeking insight, flailing madly to grasp
Wisdom and understanding as we move
Through our individual motile sphere.
Now dying as if poisoned from the asp.
What makes us wring ourselves in rending pain
Insomuch that we cannot breathe or gasp?
Worrying about things out of control.
Silence is the tool to be used as a rasp
Shaving off slices of time in a groove.
Here, now. Not then, not there. Work to be clear,
Relaxed, silent. Let go. Release the clasp.
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