Zywa It's not a picnic

   Once more the teacher whispers it in my ear: breathe
   calmly, feel what is coming loose and let it go, a burden

   you won't miss, dare to forget it
   and stay in your body, no matter what


   gathering tears, self-pity
   or blazing anger, it's not a picnic

   to live and a cold comfort
   that it passes

But that's not what I come for
I just want peace in my life

I really need this retreat
I don't have enough time

I'm not allowed to discuss that right now, I don't
even want to think of it, I concentrate

on the painful back
I'm putting myself through

Poem 1362
Amsterdam, 2017-05-19

Vipassana
Collection: On living on [2] 
Keyword: Letting go 
Dedicated to: Claudia A 
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