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the little sanctuary is full of packing boxes
I sit instead, in the bedroom
same cushion
same I
body-mind is stiff and weary from lift and shift
same cushion
same I
the impulse, Life-driven, is towards a new abode, cool and quiet
same cushion
same I
same
changeless
presence
:
I
~
echoes from emptiness 
This speaks to me a lot. I think I should say your thoughts found me through a friend. We have our own “echoes from emptiness” and I shall be reading your voice from time to time.
Welcome Baxter – gladness that you find resonance here. Stop by anytime eh?
~ miriam louisa
Beautiful poem!
Thank you for your comment Lisa – and welcome to the *echoes*!
~ miriam louisa
…zen mind… (your little poem)
What is the I?
The still central point
Like the geometric point, intangible, dimensionless
It encompasses everything, and It is no-thing… like the space
It is everything
The pointless point!
Beautiful comment dear AM, thank you.
~ ml