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Sitting zazen in a cheap motel
Joining the sacred and the mundane
Saturday, January 9, 2010
sitting outside the door
shaking.
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poem
you become buddha by doing zazen
unpleasantville
memory
sick
sitting outside the door
metaphorically running
random thoughts about my body
craving and aversion all in one
a weekend without panic is like ...
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