It’s looking at my face.
The reality of life.
Wolf ants and
lotus leaves by the lake.
Both imposters.
Trying to make contact with me.
Exhausted by the
challenge of this absurdity.
I embrace my words
and a good cup of coffee.
Relying less on desire,
and standing by the
pavilions of pleasure.
And more on the next step
on the road to finding the way.

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