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Vipassana
A rusty ring
It used to be a ring
from a can lid maybe.
Rusted away
a streak of discarded motor oil
glistens the damp dirt making
the young excavator think he's
struck oil.
A big oily insect emerges.
It used to be a ring
from a can lid maybe.
Rusted away
a streak of discarded motor oil
glistens the damp dirt making
the young excavator think he's
struck oil.
A big oily insect emerges.
Published 9th Feb 2011
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....mistaking intractability for art...it's all the rage these days.
I was hoping you actually had something to say....have used vipassana meditation for years, during my fight career, and love the endless philosophy behind it, and even traveled to Burma to train under a vipassana teacher a few years ago...shame, you could have said 'something'...
I was hoping you actually had something to say....have used vipassana meditation for years, during my fight career, and love the endless philosophy behind it, and even traveled to Burma to train under a vipassana teacher a few years ago...shame, you could have said 'something'...
10th Feb 2011 2:26pm
I would love to learn more from you. Actually the poem was only an allusion to Vipassana that I thought of as I was reminiscing about digging a hole in the back yard when I was a young boy. That bug really was ugly!
