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May 26 โข Mindfulness and Mental Health
Another of my Poems
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Work never ends.
The inbox grows like weeds after rain.
Someone else got the promotion, the house, the peace.
Someone else is sleeping soundly while I stare at the ceiling.
I walk to the kitchen and fill a glass.
The water is clear. It asks nothing of me.
It does not want my resume or my explanation.
It just waits to be drunk.
In Zen, they say..Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
So maybe holiness is just this,..... showing up again, even tired.
Even unseen.
Even when my back hurts.
Filling the glass. Washing the bowl.
Sweeping the floor where no one will notice.
That is the secret path.
The one without applause.
And I am walking it, one small chore at a time.
With Love โค๏ธ
Always
Mark
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