January 10, 2010, 10:21 am
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all of my discomfort comes
from the feeling
that I need to DO something
this is what
gets me to thinking
(the biggest pain of all)

the core unrest
lives in my heart
where a natural
is divided, split up
by an adopted sense
that there is
something better
than surrendering—
something better
somehow forgotten

this itself displaces me
(forgets me)
from the moment

~Benjamin Dean
Short Zen Poems

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