the zen of emotion
has no wings.
not leveraged by wind.
has it
that emotion is everywhere,
in flight.
a never landing omnipresence.
always alight, ubiquitously.
not the bother
with the dovetail of details.
but always the effect
from the inhale of breath,
was before the mind takes hold,
even before the universe is perceived
as seeded with particulars,
and yet, dimensionally confluent
beyond the reach of mindfulness . . .
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