I am an in-breath,
as a temporal hammock to my soul.
I have a stall-point embrace,
sensed as thoughtless.
but deeply meaningful,
from where within,
that conclusions complete themselves,
yet without judgment or positions taken.
serenity dangling its feet
in the stream of thought production.
wizardry passing as mindfulness.
each cell of being in its own hum.
how this is so,
knew all along,
but didn't bother to tell me.
for knowing, I now realize,
is a bother to being . . .
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