POEM: Not Minding

It’s amazing how much you can learn by just paying attention. Still, the trick seems to be letting go of that which I cannot control  — a mere 99.999999999% of what happens.

Not Minding

“I don’t mind what happens.” — J. Krishnamurti

Hear and their, afloat endless seize, is common place
Craven to get a head
Yet there is
An art to life
I don’t mine stuff
Happening
In the passages of time
A hidden adore
I can stand
Being prone
To mellow drama

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