letting go

A few times a day

I go to the same

Old restaurant – The Cushion

And order the same

Old meal – Emptiness

With some Letting Go

To wash it down.

Well, truth be told

These are the only things

On the menu.

The next time I go dining

I might as well stay

And join the kitchen staff.

 

When I sit,

My ego fades away

But quickly returns

When I check

How long I sat for.

Sitting is a no-time no-ego zone.

Time strings the ego along.

I relax the muscles

Of the mind;

Rest the desires

Of the heart;

And stretch the limbs

Of infinite love

To wake up

In the company

Of your divinity.