My world revolves around nothing
It wobbles and spins like a top
And it’s hard to know truly
‘Cause direction’s unruly
So I snap-turn it before it can stop
-a.r.
photo: Spinning Top by noorieyuri on deviantart
~ by April on November 12, 2014.
Posted in Family, Friendship, Identity, Meditation, Motherhood, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, center, Emptiness, Impermanence, meditation, No-self, Nothing, poetry, samsara, Zen
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Thank you…was up way too late writing it. Am bleary eyed today because of it…one might say dizzy from all the spinning. 🙂
worth it if you keep spinning