8/29/12
Jumble
I am the discomfort
and the desire to get rid of it
I am the welcoming
turning to face myself
again and again
I am the letting go
and the tenacity of lingering
echos
future plans ride on my coattails
satisfied and unsatisfied
I hunger for what
constantly feeds me
twisting myself inside out
knotted or lithe
I find myself unchanged
in my delight
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what isn't?
we could say the story, maybe
a label slapped on an illusion,
it is, and it isn't
what isn't? can we find anything
that isn't?
all isn't
and yet, there only IS
-ing
so what isn't doesn't exist,
because there is....
some no - thing
here
what is it?
what isn't it?
all our knowing of what is
and what isn't
collapses in being
unprovable truth
shining
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