putting my kingdom up for sale
morning meditation. you wake up easy. not an idea in your head. you drink a little water and you find a cushion to sit on. this will be simple today you think to yourself. and then.
everything you ever thought about for the last hundred days flows to your mind. does not matter that is was perfect a minute ago.
it is a war fought moment to moment. and here i am sliding into abject failure. so it goes. so it goes. then a smile that buddha smiles fills my face. the war is one when a bluebird sings.
clear mist
i pour it
into an empty mind
Michael Rehling 