"Buddhist Biceps"
a run-on haiku
Buddhist Biceps feel
falsehoods arising from mind,
that means yours and mine.
Buddhist Biceps see
attachment lingering like smoke,
is my zafu here?
Buddhist Biceps crave
just one defensible space,
who let the dog out ?
Buddhist Biceps sense
when to embrace mastery,
master detachment.
Buddhist Biceps halt
illusions from consuming,
cry me a river.
Buddhist Biceps know
how to deal with Big Critic,
talk him down, slowly.
Buddhist Biceps say
for Ultimate Happiness,
come from Heart, not Snark!
August 2018
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Michael Smolens