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Full of compulsive,

wants,

demands,

and criticisms.

These restless involuntary movements of the mind.

That lead to confusion,

delusion,

and a whole mountain of suffering in the end,

all for just a teacup of pleasure,

made of fragile bone-china.

When one sees 

That everything we cling to

Is empty of self.

One lets go and

That psychic energy is freed up

Available,

Unbounded,

Limitless,

Boundless.

Swept this way and that by the changing winds.

Pain and pleasure,

Gain and loss,

Success and failure,

Fame and disrepute.

Then one sees again that it is stress,

Understands this is suffering,

Remembers. 

The emptiness of self.

Lets go of the trash

Sweeps it aside

All that silly nonsense.

Returns to calm

Composure
Centred

Lucid 

One wakes up from the self-centred dream.

And there is cessation, relief, a moment of bliss.

No longer driven, one rests in peace.

Till thwarted again

by one's past conditioning.

The ego pops back up

like a jack-in-a-box.

Rinse and repeat.

This is the work of purifying the mind

of greed,

hate

and delusion.

It can take lifetimes for some.

But as mindfulness develops,

And one's ability to calm and centre the mind gets stronger.

The untangling gets easier.

And through it all one must not strain,

just the right amount of effort is needed.

Just what you can

The best you got,

At your pace.

That's enough

That will get the work done,

not too tight,

not too loose,

gradually,

patiently,

gently.

One steers one's course through the middle way,

avoiding the extremes.

Centred, composed.

Let love be your compass.