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The weight of my meditation cushion

Is the thoughts I bare while sitting.

I float away,

Float away

As mind stuff leaks out

Into the infinite now.

Till the ground of the mind,

Examine the seed of all thoughts.

Nourish their growth,

Uproot them,

Cut them down,

Ignore them.

All these choices are

In the hands of Stillness,

The master gardener.