Equilibrium - Spiritual poem

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

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(Spiritual poem)

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