My mind decked out in regal garbs
The struggle weathers ancient stone
Collapsing towers burning bright
Lost valleys that breezes cannot blow

Square one—I sit amidst the dream
Adornments, toys, and shiny things
Distractions from the inner way
All wood for burning on winter days

Don’t move an inch just rest and watch
The wreckage taken by eager vines
Unmoving, silent, bright, and clear
The seeker’s rest is just right here

Moon full or new it matters not
The way is just the way, Just This
The free, the bound, the found, the lost
Just this, just this, just this, just this

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