we supply our minds with some
sort of
distraction.
some pleasure,
some numbing of the soul
to wring the worry
out of us.
i cringe at the word namaste.
how little we really
know of life.
pretending, breathing,
still wanting
our just desserts quickly.
not overnight.
never quite satisfied
no matter how long you
sit there
in your pose
and stare into the light.
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