I glanced at my hand,
Wrinkled, skeletal
Turned it over,
Skeletal, wrinkled...
Peripheral, off-focus.
I am neither the body nor the mind.
Within me, the body apparently ages
Within me, the mind apparently deteriorates
I am neither, I am beyond
Neither disturbs me
I am beyond the I am
Drop all, and there you are...
Do not fall into the trap of the middle way
Nor radical cul-de-sacs
Neither this nor that
Beyond all words...
Perfect equilibrium
to David Bingham
~~~~~
(Spiritual poem)
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