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"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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