A Broken Erected Challis

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Sometimes a brief visit is needed.

To places not with¬†warrant… but insist on being remembered.

This cowardliness, tour, knows not of relationships…May or December.

Like so many before… ¬†

It is easy to have forgotten the front door.

Clutter, shutter, trashy and gutter.

A place to go…when you realize you have not gone that far.

Where the ruts have become gaping divides.

A broken erected challis…providing not place to hide.

Thus, a kinship to all things left unfinished.

Prisoner to what could have been.

Nothing to be seen…in the midst of ruin…but buyer’s remorse.

Gutted from the inside out, as a matter of course.


Buddha, I have buyer’s remorse

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Hey, Mr. Buddha, I have a new question…maybe two!

The absence of thought?

Not such a bad thing…it allows us to refuel. But if were not for history’s villains, would we know of attachments fool? Is spirit in the duality of detail? Is there no perfection? No, there could never be!

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Without pain I would fail

Even with a paper framed liberal artists hanging by a rusty nail.

Are we just as…

the life led beneath our foot falls?

Just the same

bad becomes us all

Than only than…

existence kneels


hope flees.

The first thing I remember when meditating left of center

I recall standing in a driveway at the end of the storm.

A kinship called me like a name given unto vacant winds

She begged of me, never return, never again.

The second thing, the person of unknown origin, did say

it is a buyer’s remorse when attachments lead the way.

'Being so aware, we will lose all our attachments, As we cease gasping, we will be freed.' -Digha Nikaya
‘Being so aware, we will lose all our attachments,
As we cease gasping, we will be freed.’
-Digha Nikaya