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 Just Sitting
Tired from working in the blistering sun;
I sit here wasted, my body is now done.
My energies are directed inward as I rest;
My breath becomes steady in my chest.
Watching my mind as it begins it's quest;
Not judging where it goes, it is not a test.
No, I simply enjoy the scenery in my head;
Wondering about the deeper things of Fred.
Seeking from the chaos some kind of order;
Exploring the darker areas near the border.
Unable to see, I must feel my way around;
I sense the profane, as well as the profound.
Pushing the envelop, asking probing questions;
Listening as my soul makes wise suggestions.
Looking within to see what I am now admitting;
Enlightenment may come while I'm just sitting.
6Jun09
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