beauty creates suffering

clinging turns to pain

you spend a week

in a Buddhist monastery

surrounded by snow and ice

swaddled by seekers

sneaking onto your phone

to send me loving messages

then meditating to forget me

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you make a breakthrough

you need to let go of things

so many things

all this clinging

and one of those things is me

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and so here I am

suspended in space

on a cold study floor

looking up at my empty shelves of ego

full of books I havent read

surrounded by things

with nothing to do

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