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Wasting Time
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I scoured the ground around my buddha,
hunting for the perfect pebble to rest
in the divot of the rock I had laid in his lap
no easy task given that there are literally
miles & miles of rocks in every direction
to sift through
wtf am I doing, there are dishes
to be washed, floors to be swept
"This is your sadhana... do not mistake it
for wasting time"
